Major Damien
Jourd'Althea, 27th Novena
They rode into Atherton in the evening, which was a blessing. The sun had set hours before and most people were in for the night, sheltering from the cold. The large group from Southland made its way through the wending roads to the castle in near silence.
Damien didn't know how he felt. He and Agate had not spoken about their relationship and the lies it contained, and he was totally at a loss as to how to broach the subject. He felt she had the same feelings, but could those be a lie, too?
I'm so tired of this doubt and questioning. My life used to be simple: serve Queen, Bellica, and Goddess. Now I can't even find solace from the last.
It was true. His normal daily prayers to Mare and Her daughter, Muerta, had brought him nothing in the way o
