#Chapter249
The feast, long tables shaped into a big square, fires decorating the starry night and dancers in the middle, recreating a play. The Empress is watching without taking a breath, being captivated from the story that they say.
/"I’ve never seen this part of your history,/" she whispers to Nasias.
/"There are a lot of things that aren’t known,/" he responds, but his voice seemed as if something was hiding underneath.
/"But still, what is this about?,/" she asks pointing at the play. Nasias looks at me, hoping I can explain to her.
I lean towards her, ready to give her the background of the story of the fighters in front of her.
