Izma and Oneg’s other friends shot mocking glances at the until recently unspoken leader of the aristocracy. As a result, Oneg avoided Hadjar, trying not to acknowledge the existence of his personal ‘nemesis’. At the same time, he took his frustration out on the servants, cooks, and beaters. They endured and looked at Hadjar with respect and admiration. It would’ve been easy to kill the aristocrat, but for people of such a rank, there were things worse than death. For example, living with dishonor. Well, relative to the warped form of ‘honor’ they believed in.
“Get ready!” Nero commanded and jumped on his horse.
He needn’t have bothered...
The camp was so huge that it took them a few more hours to get going. Therefore, they set off in the afternoon. The sun was shining lazily through t
