Hushed Willows We Are Not Sheep

As always in moments of change. Reyson sought out a place where there was more quiet than noise, and the walls of mereo were suffocating. Not because of his duty currently, or his plans. Nothing of that like. Though there was a bit of a small pain in his chest when he thought of Maxim leaving, but they were close enough, he could find him. Speak with him in a day.

However, the thing that was driving teh scarred soldier crazy was that he would need to do a tour of duty in Akashingo. It made his stomach tighten and his heart race. To be stuck between walls for a month. Where he had to mind his words, and his thoughts.

Where he could offend a royal just by looking at them. It didn't sit well with him. He lowered his head to the ground. Broad shoulders tight and forward as his mind raced. Commander. Legatus. Leader. It was what he would be again, what he wanted. But for a brief moment, he was unsure if a tour of the palace was worth the title.