Chapter 12
As Arden walked down to the sewing room, her mind still heavy with the King’s warnings, she ran into recruit Ramses.
“Good afternoon, Officer Arden,” Ramses said, stopping in his tracks and bowing his head with genuine respect. After their talk earlier in the day, Ramses officially pulled away from Douglas.
“Ramses,” Arden greeted, slowing her pace.
Ramses fell into step beside her for a moment, his expression curious. “Everything alright, Officer? You look… intense."
Arden paused, her boots coming to a silent halt on the polished marble. She turned her head slightly, studying Ramses. The young recruit’s face was earnest, devoid of the calculating sneer she had grown so accustomed to seeing on the veteran guards.
"Being an officer of the guard comes with expected intensity
