Chapter4

#Chapter4

Proving myself

Talus' POV

Queen Tamara pushed open a wooden door, introducing us into a room. It was tiny and had an iron-framed bed at the corner. Soldiers rounded it and murmuring was everywhere. A man let out a loud yell.

/"Janos?/" The queen moved closer to the soldiers.

They made way for her divulging a blonde man in armor laying on the bed. An older man with long grey hair sat on a stool. He wore a grey robe and was treating the wound of the soldier.

/"Janos, what happened to you?/" Queen Tamara asked, gently touching his hand.

/"Those bastard Galians. Fuck!/" He winced as the old man next to him applied a liquid on his wound.

/"How bad is the wound, Fosus?/" She asked the grey-haired man.

He tsked. /"It'll take weeks to heal. He needs to rest./"

The slit on the soldier's arm was deep. Whoever did this was skilled. Blood oozed from it anytime he twitched.