The child was cornered up, three of them and one of them began beating him down, all for just an apple. They picked him up and punched him in the gut that made him tear up in the eye as his nose began to bleeds while he coughed blood out. Even at this level of punishment they kicked him and punched down, without good reason whatsoever as the owner was understanding of the boy's desperation. Nonetheless others took this cruel opportunity to take whatever was left from the child. The boy was of thirteen of age, was skinny from lack of food, dirty from lack of cleaning, and has a short black hair. He only wore a badly torn up sleeveless vest and trousers the ended at his ankles. They appeared to be as if he had found them from a garbage and had to wear them for his clothes.
Nevertheless, the group showed no mercy as they continued to punch and kick him hard wherever they could. Hard enough to break bones and land serious bruises all over his weak and frail body. He would fight back if he did not feel so weak from lack of nutrition and being badly hurt all over. He was powerless to defend himself as the people beating him continued their personal enjoyment of beating him up. It was then they decided to take things even further when they drew their small daggers and prepared to want to start cutting him slowly now.
The child wailed in pain as he began to scream, his eyes showed tears as it streamed down to his cheeks, a small cut to his arm, a small cut to his head, a small cut to his cheeks, and a small cut to his nose. He gave up his resistance and let his body hang low from its weight as he just whimpered and then they dropped him down hard as they lifted him up to cut him one last time. To make things worse they take a single bit of copper from him whom he tried to hind in his hands, just a single copper…..
Nonetheless he did not resist as they take it away from, laughing as they enjoy the sight of his predicament. One of them kneeled down and spat on him, before standing up and readying his knife to finish the boy off. The boy who had nothing left no more just closed his eyes and waited for them to kill him and put him out of his purposeless misery. He waited for a few seconds and cringed himself tight for what was to happen. Yet he soon heard one of the crooks scream in pain. Opening his eyes he saw a town's guard stabbing his sword through the stomach of the crook that spat in his face. Spewing blood all over the young boy as he watched the scene before him.
The other crooks charged in but the guard was quicker, he turned around and sliced the throats of two other crooks with his sword. They fell to the ground and cringed their throats while life was slowly leaving them.
"They matched the description." The man said as he took at a wanted poster paper from his pocket. "Murderers."
The boy watched this in shock and surprise as the guard slaughtered the crooks without mercy. It was only until the boy saw what was left of the apple he tried to steal that he lost interest with hunger of starvation taking over. Desperately he tried to crawl over to it with his battered and broken as well as his weak body.
He crawled slowly in the corner, despite the blood that spewed on his arm and head, he just rested his back on a wall with his knees while he takes a bite of the apple that he had.
The man looks at the child whom those murderers would befell as their victim, luckily for him he was there on time. From the looks of it this child was a runaway orphan, lost, cold and hungry, evident from what he saw now, a child covered in blood and cuts, while eating an apple.
There was no way this child would survive another week in the streets, no chance indeed. He bent down and wiped the blood that stained his sword from the clothing's of the crooks. Too he noticed a pouch on the belt line of each, and takes all of them one by one, taking their emblems along as evidence also to turn their dead bodies into authority. He approach the child who was crying while he was nibbling down the almost finished apple.
The soldier puts a bag of silver in his hand and throws it in front of the child. The child looks up as it landed in front of him as the man stared down at him. "Let's go kid. Let's get out of here." He said as he walked away.
The child hesitated at first, but the man turn his back once more at him. "You coming or what? I ain't going to wait for you." He warned and continued his walk.
The boy picks up the bag beside him and follows him down the road. The entire time he followed the soldier he stared in awe at him and how incredible he was when he took down those crooks but also was careful enough not to anger him. Though he did not know it yet, this was a choice that would forever change him to something better than he was. One that he would never regret. The soldier in the meantime looked back towards him with the crook of his eye and smiled gently to himself.
Larkon's eyes bolted open wide awake from his dream. He wasn't sure where he was or how even got wherever her was. His vision was heavily foggy and his body still felt very sore, nothing he wasn't already use to though so he could at least move if he wanted.
Larkon softly sat up from what felt like a bed. He looked around him while trying to readjust his eyes back to getting their proper vision back. He rubbed his face carefully and sighed when he got his vision back. Before he opened them back though, he took a moment to think about the dream he had of his childhood. Mentally comparing what he looked like back then compared to what he looked like now.
He smiled, his arms moved beside him and touched what he felt were like…..horns? His head shifted to his right side and thought he was just still dreaming once more. When he saw a Draenei woman with white hair resting beside him, he easily recognized her to be Priestess Alura. An impossibility of gigantic proportions.
His arms unconsciously moved to his back and touched it, causing him to gasp in pain as he tried also to not to scream. With this, Alura opened her eyes and saw Larkon sitting up awake. In which he was not supposed to.
She rushed to him and placed a hand to his chest trying to lay him down the bed. "You're not supposed to get up just yet." She said.
Larkon looked back at towards her a little confused but still remained still. "Where am I, how did I...what are you doing here Priestess?" He asked still a little confused on what was currently happening.
"You were whipped cruelly and undeservingly, I arrived to help and heal you. I volunteered to do so and watch you through the night, you needed it very badly to help you cope with your injuries, now please, lay down so you may rest." She said softly,as she puts the palm of her hand to gently push his chest down so he may lay down.
"I can walk really, I've been through worse stuff than the General's harsh punishments." He states as he tries getting back up but does lay back a in his bed to rest a little. "But I guess I can use a little rest."
"There is nothing worse than what I have seen the other day Larkon, a man whipped so brutally that he became unconscious, it pains me to see such scene Larkon, and would want nothing but to help you on recovering from that ordeal." She commented.
Larkon stayed silent for a moment not sure how he should answer that. With a sigh he just looked down on his bed sheets and nodded. "You saw that?" He asked softly.
She noded gently to answer yes.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He states softly once more.
She remained silent herself still deeply affected by what she saw and was powerless to stop yesterday. It was at that moment she finally noticed he was shirtless, giving her a view of his fine physique which she could comment on. But did not sway to that and just focused on putting some effort to help his injuries wane and recover steadily so that no complication would arise in the near or far future resulting from the wounds. But still, it would be something of a sight seeing his physique which impressed her greatly.
Oh my….." She softly whispered as she shyly put her hand on her lips to not let him hear. She was never woman that notices a man's attributes, but this would would be something of a few exceptions that she did.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She turned back around to face him. That was when she also noticed that his body, however, was covered in scars, cuts, bruises, and grazes that look like they come from years of the most intense forms of training, fighting, and hardships. These were not even counting the new ones he got from the harsh punishment he had from the hands of General Moira. She would note not to approach him in anyway possible knowing the things he is capable of.
"Priestess?" Larkon asked once again.
She coughed to clear her throat as she choked trying to answer him. "I'm fine Larkon, I thank you for your concern, I….." She mumbled her last word but she kept her composure and answer him completely. "I just notice that your body is filled with scars. I won't ask any questions about them, as it only shakes my curiosity." She finally said.
"Huh, oh you mean these..." He raised his other hand to gesture at his scars. "Well yeah, there's really not much to talk about regarding them. Captain Jorden says scars are red badges of honor that show what you what have survived and endured over your trails and how they are considered achievements for making it this far." Larkon said with a small smile.
She sadly curled her lips into a small frown. "But scars meant also that pain has been endured Larkon, one would not deserve above all else, especially to those who did nothing to suggest they deserve it." She stated.
Larkon looked back her and lays his head back on the pillow a little. "Yeah there's that too."
She tilted her head down below to see his wounds, then she looked back up to ask. "Does your wounds still hurt you bad?" She asked.
He sighed. "Yeah but they're nothing I'm already grown used to. If I wanted I can get up and get right back to guard duty and be fine. But I rather get some rest and I did promise you I would make it to the church of light later and I'm always a man of my word." He tells her.
She chuckled lightly. "I think I would be the one visiting you Larkon until you would fully recovered. And besides, I do not mind visiting the barracks from time to time, it makes my time worthwhile traveling around the area away from the church for a bit." She told, letting Larkon know that she would be willing to spend a great deal amount of time inside the barracks.
Larkon thought for a moment and then looks back at her. "Tell you what, let me go to the Church of Light in a bit as I promised and after some time there, I promise to stay back here until I'm fully recovered. Deal?" He asked while holding his hand out to her.
"Hmmm, tell you what Larkon, I will consider it." She said before adding. "But IF, you will consider me as a friend. But even then it won't be my decision to release you from here." She chuckled.
Larkon chuckled with her and shook her hand. "You got yourself a fine deal Ms. Priestess Alura."
"Just call me Alura, now that we're friends you don't have to refer to me by my title every time you see me." She offered.
"Alright Alura, as you wish." He smiled.
Larkon pulls the covers off him and carefully turns around, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked at himself and noticed he was still only in his trouser pants which were still stained from his blood. "I think I'm gonna need a change of clothes first before I go out anywhere." He joked a little.
"Oh, not yet…" She said, landing a hand once more to stop him from getting up. "I will go out and just buy some things for you, let this be our first day spending time as friends, here in the room."
"I'm fine really I can get up and move." Larkon reasoned.
"True but as your captain I'm giving a direct order for you to follow that request." The two heard Jorden reveal himself as he enters into the room.
Alura turned around to see Captain Jorden coming in. "Oh, Captain, you are here." She exclaimed.
"You can call me just Jorden Ms." he said as he pulled up a seat and sat next to Larkon. "Mind if we have a little private talk priestess?" He requested.
"As you wish captain-uh...I mean Jorden, I was just going to leave to buy some things for him." She said as she bowed and left the room a moment later.
With the two soldiers now left alone in the room, Larkon sighed as he looked back down towards his hands.
"Sir...I…" Larkon tried saying but couldn't finish since he wasn't sure what to say.
"A fine woman..." Captain Jorden stated with a smile as he look back to the direction where Alura went.
"Pardon sir?" Larkon asked a little confused.
Jorden looked back at him, his voice raising as he repeated. "A fine woman I said soldier, did you not hear? The draenei." He said as he bended his body forward.
"Huh oh yeah sorry sir. She is." He nodded in agreement slightly.
"So, soldier you are not allowed to get out from this bed till tomorrow, those wounds still needed some time." He said before adding, his voice began to soften up. "So I talked to that son of a…" He coughed as he retracted his words. "I spoke to commander Moira." He said.
"How did that turn out?"
"I wanted you to leave your status as a guard Larkon, go somewhere, and live your life like a farmer or anything you like." He replied, he looked at Larkon to see his reaction in disbelief.
"Huh, but why?" He asked in disbelief.
"Trust me kid, it be better, you had more than enough money in your stores to do this thing." He answered.
"But sir, I...I mean I don't mind working as a guard I, heck it's the only real life I've ever know." Larkon answered.
"Well, are you…...satisfied?" The question repeats itself.
Larkon narrowed his brow and remembered back where the question originated, asking if this life satisfied him. He thought about it, his mind ringing as it repeated the questions in his head like a cricket in the night. Larkon looked at his commander and sighed, perhaps the captain was right. Perhaps...
Alura walked down the streets of the city as she made her way towards a little special somewhere she knew she could get something nice for Larkon. As she walked down, she would see several kids from different races rush down playing some kind of game. This always placed a smile on her face to see how peaceful things are even though there was so much horrible things that would happen in the world at this moment. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a large commotion occurring to a nearby bar she was heading.
She saw a Night Elf, a Human, and a Dwarf get thrown out of the bar, all three of them drunk out of their minds. Another Dwarf who was 4-5 feet tall, stocky, and muscular with dark grey short hair a matching dark grey elaborate beard came rushing out two handed axe in hand. He possessed brown eyes and a long scar on his right eye. At the moment he wore just a simple bartending outfit consisting of just plain tunic short sleeve shirt, trousers and boots. Nevertheless he looked terrifying with the two handed axe in his hands as he made a mad dash to the three drunks.
The drunks saw the Dwarf charging at them with his axe and started running for their lives. The mad bartender dwarf chased after them until they were out of his sights.
"That's right run yer little drunk piss ants I say run!" The dwarf yelled at them.
The Dwarf noticed a Draenei with white hair in a white robe when the three drunkards run towards her direction, still narrowing his eyes as he watched them leave. He softens up when he realized that the Draenei girl was none other than Alura. He smiled widely and waves at her to notice him.
"Oi! Lass, what are ye doing here?" The Dwarf greeted as he approached Alura, not noticing that his arms still carried the two handed axe.
"Hello Thark! I'm glad I passed down to your shop." Alura replied back, as she bended down to give him a deep hug. She nervously smiled when she noticed he still carried the weapon in his arm. "Your weapon…...It's near me..." She mumble.
His eyes shot open. "Oops." he carefully tossed it aside and lets her go. "Sorry about that lass. I had to chase some drunks who had one too many of me drinks and were causing a mess. And you know me I have zero tolerance fer that kind of...jiffies." He said gently stopping himself from cursing. "Come, come, lass, let's get inside and have some talk." He said as he walked back to the Inn that he owned, the named the Bonebeard Inn.
Once inside he pulled up a seat for her and took a seat himself. The Inn was quiet and didn't have too many people. Most likely because it was still very early in the morning and people haven;t gotten the urge to drink just yet.
"So lass how've you been lately?" Thark asked as he took a seat in front of her.
"I'm alright, I visited the palace, and I was just about to buy something for a friend of mine." She replied softly as she looked around, looking if there is any improvements to the place. She saw that it has indeed improved in terms of decoration, a few dangling Ivy's around the ceiling corners was a nice addition. "I noticed the palace had some decorative additions." She said as she turned back to the Dwarf who was kindly preparing a drink for himself and water for her.
"I know how ye don't like me drinks, so water would be enough fer ye?" He asked and then answered her comments. "And yeah, I had some time fer dilly dagging the old thing. And what was ye all about buying gifts fer a friend lass? Don't tell me Kinar needed more gifts for her druid stuff."
"No it's not that. I met a new friend when I went to the Royal Banquet the other day with my father." Alura began.
"Oh, and how yer trip gon well lass? Had a good time with ye dad?" He asked and then gulped down the mug of ale.
She sighed a little. "Well, it was mixed. I guess I had a good time. Yet it fell short with my father though. But I did have a good time with my new friend I met." She answered as she took a sip of water from her cup.
"Who is she lass?" He asked as picked up a dirty mug and wiped it down with a worn out piece of cloth. Thark looked at her and notice that a smile was coming out from her lips.
"Well Thark, my friend is a he." She said softly while taking another soft sip of water. "And he's is a guard at the castle stationed there for the first time."
"Yer giving up yer priestesshood lass?" He suddenly asked randomly.
"What no, no nothing like that!" She said quickly. "He was just a very kind new friend I made and about a day or so ago he was wrongfully punished and beaten for something I don't know about. So I just wanted to get him a gift for being so kind to me that's all."
"Tsch, punishments, I had ma fair share of those lass, tell me, do you know who punished the lad?" He asked with slight anger.
"A man named General Moria." She answered. "Another self-centered stuck nobel who like all mst other nobles just bragged and talked for hours about his achievements and titles. Or at least tried until I stopped him"
Thark didn't respond to her as he hand becomes more vigorous as he rubbed down the worn cloth at the base of the mug. Alura grew concern as his brows narrowed deeply and his shoulders becoming tense. His breathing becomes heavier as he remembered back then. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder, interrupted his thoughts. He looked to see Alura standing over to him with a narrowed brow of concern.
He sighed. "Sorry lass, I was just…" He stopped himself as returned the mug back to its place below the counter. He turned his back to her and picks up another, rubbing it with the same worn out cloth. "The man ye mentioned, A know him." He said to her, never bothering to look back.
She narrowed her brow in concern mixed with curiosity. "You do?" She asked.
"Back when a was just about te retire from being in service. He, Moira that bastard was our new commander." He began as he did not stopped what he was doing. "This lad, human, who looked like his age was just like a wee babe, ye know? Rookie." He said. "A good lad, had spirit." He added.
"What are you saying?"
"One mornin the lad failed to do his duties in the night, and caused a few hundred bits of gold from the treasury stolen from by some rock headed thieves. The boy said that he patrolled around the camp rather than just stay in one location." He turned and looked at her as he put back the mug. "Ah, that basterd don't have any of it." He said. "Forty-five lashes fer the young lad." He slammed his fist on the table as he said it.
"What happened?" Alura asked, looking like as if she doesn't want to hear what happened.
"The lad didn't make it, died just a few hours later." He answered.
Alura almost gasped from hearing this. Her body shook and trembled at the very thought from what Thark must've saw during that time. She sat back down and just stared at her cup of water trembling. She stopped shaking when she felt a soft hand gently pat her hands to try and calm her nerves down. She looked back up to see Thark looking at her with a sympathetic look as he sat back down right next to her.
"He was whipped also." She said to him.
The dwarf looked back at her, his eyes narrowing down as anger raced around his mind once more.
"He almost didn't make it, had both Kinar and I arrived, he would've died just like the young man you mentioned." She said.
"Aye, sad lad…" he answered gently despite feeling rage build up inside him. "You and Kinar did what we back then failed to do."
Thark shook his head as he tried to lighten himself up from what they both had just learned. "Alright lass, let's get away from our sad dilly dallies. What ye need from lassy?" He said energetically as he tried to make himself and her put back their smiles on.
She remained silent for a moment as she tried to think of something. Truth be told she honestly didn't know since she never did anything like this before. "Um, I don't know. I just thought I get him something nice as a way of saying thank you back at the royal banquet and start our first day as friends off."
Thark nodded and went back to the counter to get something for her. "I got just the thing for ye lass."
Thark soon came back with a few food and some souvenirs.
"Like most women say lass, a good way to show yer love is through a man's stomach!" He laughed as he puts it down in front of her.
"I didn't mean it like that Thark I mean I just met him and we just became friends. Nothing is happening and I still plan on holding true to my beliefs and vows as a Priestess of the Light." She told him.
"Can't a woman love a man friend lass?" He said as looked up to her.
"Well I'm not in that kind of way I mean at least someone like me. But…" she groaned slightly while rubbing her face. "You know what I mean right?"
He smiled. "Ahm just kidding lass, come on now, up yo go and help that man friend of yers." He gestured at her to go outside.
When he handed her the stuff he pulled out, she stood up and hugged him. "Thank you Thark." She said with a smile before letting him go and walk out the inn to go see Larkon with the stuff she just got.
"Ama expecting ye lass to bring that man friend of yers in the future!" He said to her as she neared the door.
Larkon still sat in his medical bed with Jorden sitting closely by his side. He was still thinking about the repeated question his captain just asked him. He put some thought to it and answered with a sigh.
"I do not know how to answer that sir. But I am forever grateful for what you have done for me in getting me into the position as a guard. So much that I don't think I will ever be able to repay you for giving me a life and purpose." Larkon answered finally.
"Then pay it by looking for a woman and retire." Jorden said as he shooked his head with a smile. "Pay it with retirement and make sure that woman would be her." He repeated and made Larkon's brow raise.
"Her sir?" He asked slightly confused.
"You know what I mean, and don't pretend you don't know." He pointed at him.
"Um sir, she's a Priestess of the Light and a Draenei. Not to mention Paladin Joven's only daughter. Also I'm just, well I don't know I just haven't felt like pursuing a relationship or looking for a woman yet. I've had my eyes on some human girls and a night elf here and there but never a Draenei. You know how they say it's odd for a Human and Draenei to you know, and become a couple. I'll put some thought into retiring I guess for you sir, but as for the woman, I think I'm gonna need some time on that." He answered feeling slightly embarrassed.
Jorden sighed as he shook his head smiling for a reply. "I had my fair share with interracial romance soldier. Though it ended with her leaving me with a pregnant belly. But you know, it lasted for a time, and back then ten years ago or was it some twenty years ago? But you know what I mean, and they say back at that time that High Elves and Humans don't get into romance easily." Jorden said to him as he looked at the fireplace.
"I know sir, but still, she's a draenei and not an elf. And she's a Priestess of the Light. So there's a good number of complications and such. Besides I'm just not really looking for a relationship with a girl just yet. And as for retirement, I'm guessing you tried talking to General Moria about that and it didn't go well?" Larkon asked changing the subject back to the one from earlier.
"That bastard might get someone killed with these kind of punishments someday." Jorden said.
"What did he say regarding me?" Larkon asked.
"He doesn't feel like you've done enough service for retirement and now wants to have you stationed to stand guard at the kingdom sewers from night at dawn until morning at dawn." Jorden said.
Larkon shrugged. "Well, there went my time as a guard at the castle."
"Let me finish." Jorden muttered to him, annoyed somewhat. "He considered that, but also considered something else." He said to him, as he puts both of his hands in front of him.
"Like what?" Larkon asked.
"You will be stationed to the sewers if you put your hand on my right palm, that's option number one." He said, before looking at his left. "Or, you will be stationed back to the palace, but if you fail once more you will be sent to dangerous patrols around the kingdom." He said.
Larkon thought for a moment as he looked at the Captain's palms. He didn't know if it was a trick question or what. Sure he could get the sewers patrols and risk not angering Moria any further than he already had. However it wasn't every day that people especially like him could get a second chance at something like he had. Without much more thought he placed his hand on Jorden's left palm.
"I knew you were going to take that offer." Jorden said almost angrily.
"I won't fail again sir. That I promise." Larkon said seriously as he shook Jorden's hand to guarantee that he promised him.
"You better, because I expect you to give that woman a baby in her stomach in the near future." He said.
"Sir, like I said I-"
"Who would be given a baby in the near future?" A voice interrupted them. Almost instantly, both of them had their heads turned at Alura who had just arrived with some things.
"Oh um, I was just telling Larkon about how one of the men's wife is expecting to be giving a baby in the near future." Jorden said as he cleared his throat to cover his what he just said and got up. "Um if you would excuse me I have to get back to my station. Good day to you all." He bowed his head and left the room.
Alura watched him and leave and looked back at Larkon.
"What were you two conversing about?" She asked as she entered and closed the door behind her.
"Ah just the captain telling me some stuff regarding what's going on with the others. Like one soldier's wife is expecting a baby in the near future and such." Larkon answered with a lie as he watched her take a seat next to him.
"Oh, how delightful, a new life would come up as time would pass." She said happily, unknowing that it was her that they have conversed about.
"I agree. So you're back already?" He asked with a smile wanting to change the subject fast as a red on his cheeks was slightly forming.
She dig through the items she brought and showed it to him. "I just brought in some quality food, as I see…food here is detestable." She said with her tongue out in disgust in the end. She scoured once more and took out some fresh green apples and grapes. "Like this, quality food."
She handed one of the apples to him. He looked at it some before taking a small bite and enjoying the taste. "Not bad, great quality food indeed." He said while chewing the apple some before swallowing. "Want some, it's really good?" He asked offering her some of the food she gave him.
She took one of the apples and took a bite. "Hmmm." She hummed in satisfaction as she chewed through it. "How delightful." She commented as she looked at him with her smile never leaving.
"Told you it was good." He smiled.
"I know." She said before bending her body down to check his condition. "Larkon, would you mind if I take a look on your injuries?" She asked.
"Sure thing, after all you are the priestess of the Holy Light and know how to heal others." He answered as he removed the covers of his bed off him to let her inspect his injuries.
She stood up and observed, the skin of his was at least not so gruesome to look at anymore. Nonetheless it still looks very painful, but at least stable. Her hand reached down to land on the utmost edges of his wounds, making him slightly groan in pain.
"Does it still hurt badly when you lay down on your back?" She asked once more.
"Not so much really. If I'm laying still and softly it doesn't hurt but if move around a little roughly then they start hurting. I'm fine honestly it's not that bad." He told her honestly.
She looked over to the corner of the room and went on to the cabinet where medical supplies were held. Her hands reached at the cabinet and grabbed a roll of bandage. Though it was just only a roll of unused cloth, but nonetheless the healers were resourceful and she was grateful for that.
"They need to be covered up so you can be more comfortable." She said as she walked towards him. "It doesn't take long now before the skin becomes healed well enough to not hurt anymore...even if I were to touch it roughly. Perhaps three days or less and you can be healthy enough to do your duties once more." She continued as her hands ripped the cloth rolls that was at least seven feet long.
Larkon sighed as he sat up from his bed and turned around to sit down on the edge of it so she could get good access to bandaging his injuries. "I guess you're right." He sighed.
She lifted her feet up and got to the bed herself as she tried to apply the rolls of bandages around him. Her left hand grip the other end of the cloth while her right pressed the other end of it to his chest with his palm, where she could feel the warmth of skin and beat of his heart. It was satisfying for her to feel a heart that still beat. Her left hand let go of the other end and caught the fourth of it to begin rolling the entirety of it around his back, it didn't long for her to wrap all seven feet of it around his back and ties it to a knot.
"There that would suffice." She said, and rest her palm on her chest to push slightly push him back to lay down. "Now lay down so that you could take some rests."
He nodded as he got back in the bed and pulled the covers softly over him. "Thank you." He said softly to her.
"Now sleep and take some rest okay? I have to take my leave now to attend to my duties at the church. I will be back tomorrow to check up on you once more." She muttered to him softly.
"Yes ma'am." He answered her. She nodded gently to him before standing up and taking her leave.
Larkon watched her leave until her figure disappeared from his sight. Laying his head back on the pillow he put some thought into the conversation him and his captain had regarding his choice to stay at the palace. While he did this he decided to eat the rest of the food she brought him. When he finished he closed his eyes to go into a deep sleep to rest as she requested.