“Sir.” A soldier on duty approached Targu hurriedly, his bare feet stepping without hesitation on the rough, uneven ground.
As if feeling no pain from his soles grinding against small rocks, the only thing that seemed troubled was his complicated expression.
Targu's instincts sensed something bad that he hated. His gaze immediately narrowed. He huffed as if preparing to hear whatever the soldier was about to say.
“What
is it?” he asked in sickening tones.
The soldier stopped, panting. “Gyx… she’s not where she should be…”
Targu’s face sharpened. “Didn’t I order you to watch her?” He rose from his place.
He hurried to the place where Gyx was tied up and undergoing her punishment until a time to be determined by the queen.
“Queen Mehwa still hasn't given the order for her release. If
