The golden field of barley and rye glistened upon the mild heat of the autumn sun, and so did the foreheads of men coated in large beads of sweat. Sickles swung coinciding with the rhythmic dance of the crops swirling by the wind. A bountiful harvest was expected, yet none of the farmers would reap what they sow in the truest sense. In reality, their wasted effort could be attributed to the repercussions of the machinations of their rulers, the Twin Barons of Gullford, who plunged the province in economic instability through a multitude of debts incurred from the costly rebellion they partook against their rightful overlord. Nevertheless, curiously, their local lord seemed not to harbor any concerns whatsoever…
"Death to all nobles!"
Anyway, sorry for almost a month of no published chapter. I really struggled to deliver this... college demands too much. Monthly exams, weekly quizzes, group projects, researches etc. Sorry again. And thanks for those readers who tolerate my "slothfulness."
I hope you like the chapter!