Andor.
It was evening. The breeze was a bit colder than usual; winter was near.
I did not see Iris all through that day, nor did I go and find her. I assumed that she was resting after the long journey that we just underwent from york. She had been through a lot, especially since her kidnap.
This was the first time she had anything that was a semblance of home, and I was too busy supervising the buildings that were to be erected for storing grain. They had begun construction of the base already; I was not a builder, but I did not feel like the wood they were using was probably dug in the floor, but I did not say anything; it seemed like something they would figure out with time.
Ivar and Derek approached me where I stood, looking at the builder's work.
"My lord," Ivar said.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Very well, my lord. I spent the whole day plotting. I have come up with a way that we can take over England." He replied.
