Redsand Canyon prolix

Mereo fit Atreus like a glove. The hustle was rough at first, though it left him no time to think or feel. He didn’t even dream at night, he was so exhausted. Once he adapted to the schedule, it all suited him just fine.

When Germanicus summoned him, he reported to the sparring pit right away. The Imperator wasn’t alone, though Atreus kept his attention trained on the master tactician. He regarded the man in a way he’d never respected his own father.

Like Aventus had always liked to do, the Imperator threw out a question, to which Atreus could only offer a painfully honest reply, That I’m not very good at it… yet. I’ll keep practicing though.