Rosewater Oasis Almagest

No. I had not left the estate His tongue was looser with Nikolaos, his eyes softer. He never lost that outer shell, but it did soften.

I saw my first when I was three months. A pit fighter. He remembered the blood, the screaming and wailing. How the daughter of the master had seen and thrown up.

The master pitted him against a lion. It tore half his face from his skull. My mother and I were tasked to make him survive. A beat of silence.

He didn’t. Euryalos looked to Nikolaos with an incredulous look.

You mean to teach a royal to fight? He snorted out a noise that was half laugh. Good luck with that, old friend.