Chapter 117: Fitting in

"So, how was the lecture?" Theo asked the god of death, as the lined up guards at the entrance of the west wing bowed for their Fifth and Sixth princes, as they passed.

"Boring, lackluster, you name it. I seriously can't stand those maesters"

"Me neither, but we still have to put up with them, at least for a while"Theo said.

"Agreed" Damien added with a nod, "The meeting with the Third Battalion, how was it?"

"Better than I expected," Theo admitted.

"They are really fun to be around."

"I'm surprised, from afar they look rather too serious. I guess warriors are just like that, they always appear so, right Theo?" He asked, but there was no response from his brother. Theo's eyes were fixated, staring at a particular place...or someone.