Bitter memories are always stored until death. Even death will bring those memories along. Pain breeds hatred and hatred leaves grudges.
Charles stood in the middle of the hall, between the tall pillars with gleaming gold carvings. His eyes stared at the figure of the young man who was swinging his sword, practicing his dexterity.
"He looks quite talented!" He said. The two bodyguards standing behind him seemed to understand what their king was trying to say.
Charles was a proud king, he rarely complimented someone and if he did, it meant he was attracted to that person.
"He is a disciple of Priest Agios who guards the god's temple. He is interested in joining the royal army, Your Majesty!" Said Liobix
"What's his name?"
"Archer, Your Majesty!"
"His family name?"
"He doesn't have a
