662 End of the Seventh Decade

Antonius frowned and thought for a while. "I can offer you a life long fortune to compensate you and your family's lose, make you an honoured veteran, and broadcast your heroic deeds on the papers."

"Thank you for the generosity, your Majesty." The young man shook his head. "But that is not what I want."

"What do you want then? My child?"

Nikolaos took a deep breath, his request clear and heartfelt. "I wish to study, Your Majesty. Though I've lost the use of my legs, my hands remain. I refuse to live as a burden; I desire to contribute, to continue serving in whatever capacity I can."

The emperor, touched by Nikolaos's determination, nodded solemnly. "Your bravery defines you, not your injuries. You shall have the opportunity to pursue your education, to forge a new path that honours your spirit. And you shall be protected, for I shall pick your guards myself."