Arsalan was awoken by the sound of his saber falling off. He craned his neck, checking the metal on the ground to be sure.
Dawn had almost broken, so he sat up.
*crack* *crack*
The bones in his neck were unhinged after a disturbing night of rest - not to mention the fabric clinging to his face, making his skin uncomfortable and sweaty.
For five years now, General Arsalan only took off his veil to wash or trim. Occasionally, when he was alone with his father, he would allow showing his face to remind him that he was not what the old man expected. To remind Sharou Nagi of the burden that came with the name he bore.
Arsalan sighed as he stood, lazily walking into the bathroom to take a leak.
For the following days, he had to lie low and wait for his brother to sell the hostages. Althoug
