LOGIN“Stealing becomes a skill when the victim is yet to train. When the victim is ready, stealing becomes a mission”Xanthanius I woke up quite late today and I knew so because what had woken me was the knocking on my door and not the rays of sunlight dancing into my room from the curtains.The thick hard covered book lay open just underneath my hand and I recalled that I had slept off while reading.Another day without a solution. Sometimes I dreaded waking up.The knock came again and faster this time. I groaned and got out of bed.“Anthonier you did not have to come look for me. I promise I am not dead” I yelled through my hoarse voice and got to the door. “I’ll be down in-“ the words halted in my mouth when I opened the door to find Nerida staring at me with a smile.“I have always liked your morning voice your highness” she almost whispered and I still doubted my eyes.“How did you get past Anthonier?” I knew he would rather draw a sword than let her up here.“I’m not a stranger to
“Ask around, what thou seeks is not as buried as thou thinks”MarinaToday felt better. My shoulder, my belly, my head.I felt much better, although my body felt better than my mind which still lagged a step behind and I had covered a bit from the book my tutor expected me to read. I felt ready for my classes.Life was almost worth living again.I had showered, my shoulder had blotches of purple, blue and red bruises but they did not hurt as much anymore. It was just tender.I had put on a blue dress. It had been among the new clothes that arrived yesterday from the seamstress. From what I’ve counted, she had just two more dresses to deliver.And she outdid herself. Jeneva had a threshold of three dresses in two and a half days and Madam Mongolia exhorted her speed as one of the best in town.The blue featherlight material was made into an ankle length dress and came with a darker blue bustier that teased the top of my cleavage just a bit from my square neckline. Its sleeves were sho
“When one causes the fall of others, soon others will cause the fall of one”Xanthanius “Has he been invited yet?” Tsekris threw the question to the whole house.I already knew where this was going. The middle aged man with a balding scalp barely had patience for the rest of the members of Townsend. On more than one occasion, he had mentioned how happy he would have been if he did not have to share a table with Starlark in particular.“Has who been invited yet?” The one person he could hardly stand, answered. She knew exactly whom he was asking about but desired to rile him up.Not today.“A messenger has been sent to Voldmir this morning. We would be expecting a response or his presence”I observed as Rodon squinted her eyes after my statement. The helmet tattoo sat proudly on the back of her palm which was gently holding a cup of tea.“Just this morning?” She asked.“Yes” it was not too late, we still had about two weeks.“And if he turns down the invitation?” Ophtanyr, with her w
“Delay is not denial. What will be, must be”MarinaHave you ever tried sleeping with an injured shoulder? The answer was no, because you cannot. You could not even try. If not because I could still lift the hand, I would have assumed I broke a bone or two.Or three. I tried staying still to see if I could ignore the pain after having a shower and washing off the grime and filth that I had associated myself with during the King’s errand.What’s getting me mad was the fact the blade was not even urgent. He left it in my possession like he did not care to lose it. And I almost lost my life while trying to possess it.Damn him!The throbbing ache kept me awake all night. I almost screamed when I saw the breaking of the day.Now I was in pain and lacked rest.“Less than a week and I am a thread space away from regretting my decisions” I grumbled as I pushed myself up from my bed and swallowed back a wince.Another day. I need to prepare for my classes today.Getting undressed was a te
“Do you hear it? The end is near. The alarms awake the dead from sleep”Xanthanius Farlick tower was located at the outskirts of the country. Almost near the eastern isle of lands. The air around it was always moist as a water body was not too far away. During the season of rain, you would have to wear a rubber boot in order to access the ground floors of the tower.As the wind blew, it carried with it the smell of sea salt so heavy that if you inhaled too deeply, you would taste it effortlessly.I dreaded this place because it brought memories I’d rather not possess but it was one of the safest places to keep a person you did not want public eye prying into. The easterners were very territorial about their boundaries. Having a number of individuals hovering around here is enough cause for their border patrol to pay a visit.In my hand was the meal I had brought for her. Maybe a full stomach would get her to talk to me.The blade was only one side of the chess table. To win in this
“It drinks blood, it gives blood. Blood is life and immortals never lack life”MarinaThe carriage wheel struck a stone and caused me to float off my seat slightly. Panic. I was panicking.I could barely breathe properly. Being wedged in between two men that were triple my size and clad in iron fits did not help my situation either.“You might pop a vessel if you do not breathe” the guard to my right said, causing the one to my left to immediately whip in his direction.I recognized the voice. He had been among those who brought me to the castle on my first day.The particular one who laughed at me.“I’m trying” I say, trying to see through some openings in his helmet to know if I’ll see any feature that I could use to commit him to memory.“Deep breaths. You don’t need to worry so much. We were asked to follow you for a little distance for your safety. So far as you can make it out of his store, we would be able to get you”The reassurance went a long way in calming me down but it d







