Scene CCXLIV — Aslak.

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An endless march that commenced with hurtful separation deprived him of smooth breathing…

The days and resolutions spent to avoid a useless pretend of a war were dim for the man’s consciousness; for his mind solely pondered about the woman he had departed from, whom he had told with overwhelmed grief to an unresponsive back how his heart was devoted to her soul with the very word he had learned was the one she would understand. Albeit, this last, in his wildness, felt insufficient for the man’s roots as she was the lung he was fated to… one he would never be able to let go for solely closing his lids to lose sight of her his heart ache.

“Your Illustrious Grace.”

“… What do you want, Kir. I told you not to bother me.”

“I know, but we can’t stay without moving for long. Tha beasts are starting to growl, they’ll attack us if we don’t start moving again.”