Militarsia

“Perhaps this was a bad idea,” Felix sighed. The horse he was mounted on was prancing away beneath him, sweat glistening across its body and foam dripping from its lips as it nervously mashed on the bit. The chestnut stallion had been with Felix for years, and was old enough now that he shouldn’t be acting like an idiot. Apparently though, no one had informed Nocturne that he was 20 and therefore an old horse. The equine still had the mind of a 2 year old, eager to go, ornery as could be, and just looking for an excuse to misbehave.  No wonder Felix seldom rode anymore. The girl next to him flashed him a grin. “Want m

Click, click, click. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Felix couldn’t help but grin as he leaned back in his chair. Despite the fact he was working on his thirtieth year, Kyawyn insisted upon treating him like a ten year old half the time. He knew she was just worried, and he appreciated the concern. But it was still amusing. “Aye, I’ll be just fine. You go and have a swell time.” She still frowned, her face weighed down by worry. Nevertheless, Felix could identify a bit of blush on her cheekbones and perhaps some kind of lipstick on her mouth. She wore a bit of a fancier dress than usual, lavender i

The church doors creaked open softly. Kyawyn could only barely hear them, and couldn’t help but sigh in relief when she did. It was a late summer night, and he’d gone to a dangerous place… Everywhere was dangerous for him, excluding the village. She was afraid he’d been captured… She’d planned to go look for him herself if he didn’t return within the hour. Heavy black boots sauntered across the floor noisily, and she was greeted with tussled black hair, a lopsided grin, and bright blue-gray eyes. He looked… happy. She hadn’t seen him that way in a very long time, and it took her a mome

His heart was racing. Get out, get out, get out… Finally emerging into the sunlight of the backyard, Victor Aldrez inhaled deeply. There… everything was okay. No one had followed him. What he'd seen was only a figment of his imagination. Even so, his hand trembled as he lifted his Corona bottle to his lips and took a small swallow of the liquor. God… it was a one year old's birthday party, not some kind of combat situation… The ex-soldier sank into the wooden patio chair on the back porch, slowly calming down. It was alright… Everything was okay… Inside, he could hear people laughing, exclaiming over how cute

"Don't be absurd. I'm a duchess... what in the world would I want with a servant like him? Besides, just the fact he got demoted from knight back to squire and servant... It just makes him more disgraceful than the poorest beggar on the streets." Sadon wasn't meant to overhear those words, but he had. Someone who had previously been one of his best friends, Lady Arica. The fact she had meant them made it even worse. They kept resonating through his mind as he followed the crying woman's sobs through the hall of the palace. He took off his black mask he'd worn at the masquerade and put it into his pocket. He wanted to make sure Arica knew