BEHIND OUR VICENDS

The meeting with Princess Ashe had just ended when Al Cid came out of the Blue Terrace, walked a few meters, through the corridors of the royal palace, while the servants and court dignitaries passed him side by side all taken from their homework.

On the occasion of the Restoration ceremony, Ashe had given the order to clean and rearrange the royal palace from top to bottom. The rooms that once belonged to the king and his sons were opened and aired, dust was removed and the windows were opened by letting in the sun's rays.

Every room had to be at its best, it had to let the sun in most of all and change the air, so as to renew everything and drive away what was left of the past. Enough pain, enough suffering, enough with the ghosts of the past, the anxieties and those uncertainties of that period.

Dalmasca was resurrecting and with her she was entering a new era of peace and prosperity, under the lighted guidance of Ashe. But the young princess wondered what happened to her sister, Ondine who had found her in the middle of the war but found her deeply changed.

For her, her sister Ondine always remained ... but for the latter it seemed that things were on a different level, aware of who she had become. Ashe had seen her now never far from her world, he saw her in some way on a level higher than hers, so profoundly different from her, but for her she was still her little sister she had grown up playing among the walls of that building.

It was the only thing left of her family, and yet as soon as the war Ondine had vanished she had vanished.

Al Cid walked again for about twenty minutes, when on his way I meet the little Larsa coming in the opposite direction to his. The young Archadian Emperor was surprised to see Al Cid who stopped him to greet him.

-It's surprising to see you here Al Cid. -

-Lord Larsa, I am also surprised to see the man.

- When did you arrive? We've been here for a few days. - asked the boy happy to see the Rozzariano.

- Less than a day, Lord Larsa. I'm here because I wanted to meet Lady Ashe.-

"Did you want to tell him about your wishes?" Larsa asked.

-Yes, it was a few months since I saw her, and this is a better opportunity to prune my most personal homages.

He smirked at the huma, looking at the young Archadian Emperor who at a certain point asked about the lack of the Marquis Ondore.

-Do you at Cid know why the Marquis Ondore is not present?

"Lord Larsa, I know as much as you do. But I do not exclude that sooner or later the Marquis will deign to us his presence, do I want to remind you of his vital role?

"Are you referring to the coronation ceremony of Lady Ashe?

-Not only to that, I refer to three years ago, when the Marche celebrated the wedding between the princess and the late Prince Rasler.

"I understand, what else do you know about the Marquis Ondore? .

The Govane emperor Archadian laughed at the Rozzarian prince who seemed to make it clear that he knew something more about the Marquis's story.

But Al Cid sensing what he was aiming for Lord Larsa pretended not to know, more than he already knew. He did not want to have any problems and above all he did not want to let Amaya know anything about the reasons that linked her to the reason of the Marquis's absence.

-If you allow Lord Larsa, I would retire to my rooms, the trip to come here to Rabanastre on this occasion has proved very difficult and stressful so I would need to rest at least for a while.

-As you like Al Cid it seems right to stop for the moment, we will continue as soon as we have time permitting.

-I find it the right choice. -The rozzarian agreed as he decided to retire to his rooms. At Cid he looked closely at the young Larsa, the more time passed he was more noted with great observation of which one as he was capable as the young man was becoming more and more smart and smart.

He found that with the passage of time it would always be harder to overcome Larsa in cunning, because he knew that the boy was not a helpless little lamb, but a wolf-wolf in disguise as a naive little sheep.