TRADING PLACES
Marcus was resting at his farm in Ma’asai. In his head, he was reviewing the events of the past few days. The king was on edge. Things were unfolding as planned, but he knew that the worst was yet to come. If he could take Gabriel’s place, he would do it in a heartbeat.
Marcus came to Ma’asai every so often, particularly when he needed some privacy. The rooms at the Ange’el’s Sacred House were all set quite close together. Marcus did not always favour communal living when he was burdened with Ahe’ey’s affairs. Some days, he needed the space of the farm, the familiarity of the wooden houses, the direct contact with the land and all its living beings, and the distraction and escapism of Ma’asai’s training arena. Sometimes he needed the privacy of a place where no one could r
