Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

A hollow smile graced her features; her gaze turned away from him and to the water. In our bedchamber, he called only for Clementia, The lightness to her voice belied the tension in her shoulders. She regarded the men for a moment, and softened with a distant fondness for them. She didn't know them. Nikolaos, a little; Euryalos not at all. But they were good, loyal men. What did Faustus know of loyalty?

They go where I go, She said quietly. They answered to the blood of kings in her veins, the blood of Gods. Some men still know their place. Perhaps if all men did, her father would still live. She wondered then if she blamed Faustus, if she blamed his people for the unrest of her own. Just as quickly she decided that she did not. The traditions she kept, the ways of her father, were dying; already the change had come to so many of their allies across the mountains and rivers. It was inevitable.