"When his company was men of deception, a chameleon as himself would draw his colours from such dark environment. But it would be diabolic, should such hues seep into his very heart and rein his psyche."
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Passing the Avenues of the Central Provinces,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Within the cabin of their carriage, there were only the Chief Physician, the Royal Archer and young Aldric.
Without, there was a compartment wherein the coachmen reined the horses and held Ingrid Luna-ward captive such that she would not hear the exchange of their confidential conversation from the sound of the wind and the hindrance of the walls.
"Where have you been this day? Why did the Regent claim that you were on a journey abroad?" asked Lady Minerva, being prim and strict.
Now, the crown Physician had known Jaycob since he was a lad in training and had watched him climb the ranks rapidly.
