Step. Step. Another step.
With shadows flickering in the blind spots of the candles Asher walked through the hallway, the vast view of the city in his left and paladins standing guard at his right.
After a hectic day, he was on his way to his room. Nero was right behind him. The gentle clicks usually heard from armour couldn't be heard from him as he had mastered the art of silence!
Although it seemed inconsequential, Nero was slowly making his way to the top of the world. No one knew there was a twelve year old sacred-ranked knight somewhere in the north!
A colour blind one.
A few metres away from his door, Asher's nostrils were stung by rich perfume, coming from his room!
His eyes narrowed.
The fingers of his right hand twitched, craving for the leather touch of a sword's hilt.
Asher came to a sudden halt.
"You're dismissed."
Nero was stunned but saluted, turned heel and walked away.
