Right now, Hadjar missed his days of being a wanderer more than ever. The slave collar had weighed him down far less than his connection to others and his past.
“I couldn’t have even imagined you having a sister.”
Hadjar took the tobacco out of his pocket and handed it to his friend... or his future foe?
Nero... Eren took the tobacco, put it in his pipe, and stood next to the former General. He rested on the side of the balcony and directed his gaze toward the Mountain of Kings hidden in the darkness. Haver’s castle had stood there, once upon a time. Hadjar had been taken there by his father only a few times and banned from visiting it alone.
However, that hadn’t prevented Hadjar from doing so anyway. During one of those visits, he had broken his arm, knocked out four of his teeth, but
