She held the wilting petals in the palm of her hand, staring blindly into the velvety white. Something had triggered a memory of him. Was it a smell? A sound? The way the wind blew? Anything and everything triggered those memories these days, ever since…
This exchange happened 8 years ago compared to our present day. Iskrin stepped into the firelit cave and cast his eyes about. Only Ven-Vyzran was present, lounging on the couch nearest his bed, as was his habit. His eyes were closed, but Iskrin knew the…
Iskrin stood watching the last of his belongings being moved into the Royal Barracks - or the ‘Guardian Hall’, as most people called it. The Lord Commander of the Guardians had his own luxurious home on one of the city’s upper tiers, so he had…
Iskrin stands at his washstand, looking in the mirror at the wound on his shoulder. He reaches his slender fingers up to touch it and winces at the pain. Fucking Drow, he thinks to himself, recalling the mercenary who gave him this pretty gash. It has…