"Was he angry?" Athos questioned Mircea. Athos knew Carsten well, he had worked under Carsten for long enough to understand him as a chief of the front army. What he didn't know was how much Carsten cared for Mircea.
"No, not much. He is sending six of his best soldiers with us, they will be my guards. Permanent ones." She added at the end.
Athos nodded at her, understanding. After a minute or two he told her, "You know he would have made such a brilliant father."
"I know." Carsten vowed to be alone for life. He never had been loved or was loved, he preferred it that day. Everyone knew that about the chief commanding officer of the front army.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Mircea glanced up at him, somewhere she knew she was asking it to herself. Athos shaked his head nodding at her. They both were sitting in the back garden of the palace. The sun was bidding a last goodbye to the ether by spreading a last set of pink rays in the dark blue sky.
