Lucia’s POVIt was a sight to see what happened when a powerful person was given even more grief to work with.Over the past few days, Ryan was not in South City, heading into the forest to scout the supply routes that Northernfang used.Every morning, I would go to my desk and find a new report of the previous Day's investigation left on my desk. Before dawn, he would be gone again.On some days like today, he would leave a training schedule that myself, Daniel and the soldiers training under his instructions were to follow. For the children, it was often written in softer language with a lot of rests and ‘good job’s interspersed between the lines.Before sunrise, he would be gone again.“Hey, does he write this himself?” I asked, squinting at the letters. They did not look like the gibberish he used to write in a few months ago.“No way,” Daniel said, coming up behind me and pecking my cheek. “He wakes me up every morning to write it for him. Makes me wonder why he cannot just speak
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