Falling For a Girl

Carlos chuckled and leaned back on his hands, stretching out his legs beneath the twin moons above.

“Heh. Yeah. It’s all politics, really. They want to use your name to strengthen their voice in the council. Clovis is still the family that holds the real power in Lyon.”

Clovis.

Calix’s family.

Gallia Celtica—this land of six cities—had started with them. The capital, Lyon, had been founded by his ancestors. They were the ones who built the Temple, who governed the city before elected officials took over. Even now, with a mayor in place, the founding families’ influence hadn’t disappeared.

Gallia Celtica had been built alongside Clovis.

“A noble son turned criminal overnight... I wonder how your lady mother took it. They say the wanted poster looks a lot like you. Even if most people wouldn’t recognize you as Clovis’s heir, she probably would.”

Calix said nothing.

She probably wouldn’t have recognized him.