Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 29th day of Fall, Arenfall Castle
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Lord Prestonheim woke up on a cold morning with the sun's rays kissing directly on his face. He tried to close his eyes but the warm sunlight hitting his face was too irritating not to notice. He rose up and sat at the corner of the bed as he massaged the bridge of his nose.
The days inside the castle had past rather slow. As far as he could recall, it's been more than a week or maybe more since he was put on house arrest by Lady Bieroff. Everyday had been a weird experience for the Commander.
A few days after his conversation with Lady Bieroff, he overheard whispers while passing by a huddle of handmaidens. The freed slave held by 305-M had been reported missing by the redhead and was yet to be found.
