Intoxication

"How long do we have to stay here?" Xion groaned as he slumped onto the bed. The red robe was still draped over his body, carrying the faint yet pleasant scent of herbs.

It was subtle but soothing. He sniffed the collar, letting it calm him just a little.

"I don't know. It was supposed to be three days, but now… I'm not sure," Ray muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Knowing His Grace's temper, Ray was certain they would be leaving early, after giving Lord Klein a little shock, of course.

And then, there was his own punishment.

Ray exhaled slowly. In all the years he had served under the archduke, he had only ever defied orders twice.

This was the third.

And this time, he knew, there would be no easy forgiveness.

But… it was for your sake, Your Grace.

Darius had ruined the churches in the north. Not all of them though. He had only destroyed the ones built under Theodore's command.