Jade von Brithuel, the first son of the patriarch of the Brithuel county. On the outside, everyone would evaluate him as a calm and collected nobleman, who spent more time probably with the ladies or in his case as a saint, the sanctuary praying.
The clouds washed over the sky, encompassing the warm ember glows of the sun before masking it entirely.
Jade seemed rattled but not in fear, rather his stare was laced with the uneasy tension to face off against Gaius, the unhinged swordsman. The air crackled with tension, and I felt my heart race as I watched from a distance, my breath caught in my throat.
Jade was a saint blessed with holy magic and I couldn't fathom how he was going to fare against someone who not only was adept with the sword, but also did not feel bothered about killing.
