The Royal Siblings

Across the camp, Drasus was just entering his own tent, a sullen scowl etched into his craggy features. He had just heard the news that Kaeso had brought Jaegar with him. "That lowly, pathetic wretch," he spat under his breath, shrugging out of his cloak. "He dares brush me off with such nonchalance."

Plumbing himself onto his cot, Drasus' face contorted with impotent fury. "Jump and preen all you wish, Kaeso. We shall see just how highly you are bounding when I am through with you."

Ever since he found out about his wife and how Kaeso and his wife helped Alatara, the whole affair has been on his mind. He even received the news of Alatara going to Kaeso's mansion again. He can't simply do anything as he is stuck with this war and Kimon.

Drasus was feeling frustrated over his situation, he could just kill them both, but now was not the time to act upon his emotions. And with Kimon, the princess, present here, he just needs to make himself shine in the war.

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