A PEEK TO THE PAST

"DON'T worry too much about Princess Neoma, Lewis," Glenn consoled the young knight. Right now, he was leaning against the door of the royal princess's room. He had a feeling that the fox boy would try to enter the chamber if he moved from his spot. "Her life is in danger. She's simply going through a process that people with blood like her have to experience."

Lewis just glared at him.

"Even if you glare at me, I won't move from this spot," he told him with a soft laugh. "You can try to walk past me. I won't kill you because Princess Neoma is fond of you. But I can't promise that I won't cut an arm or leg from you."

It wasn't an empty threat.

Of course, he would rather not hurt a child. He had fought in too many wars already. The thing that would never leave his conscience alone was the faces of the children warriors that he had to kill then. He didn't want to add Lewis to that list.

So he was glad when the fox boy toned down his bloodlust.