Crossed Lines - Part 2

He clenched his fist, and his jaw clenched with it. The flames of his anger were hot enough to burn cities, and still, they continued to rage. The eternally ice-cold Lombard put a hand on his shoulder – the only good hand he had left – to show him that he understood.

"Reckless," Lombard commented. "But Dominus Patrick too was a passionate man. His passion allowed him to break Boundaries that talent would have restricted him from. I counselled Blackwell towards another path. You have another option, but it will depend on a third party."

"Who?" Oliver asked.

"Princess Asabel," Lombard said.

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The layout of the Academy was very much like the layout of the Kingdom.

To the North-East, there were the Pendragon lands, nestled on the Yarmdon border primarily, though they shared just a tiny fraction of the East border with Verna as well. That was where Oliver was made to travel, for his foolish request of making it all the way to the Capital.