"Damon is in a bad mood again." Raymond whispered to Chester as they did pushups. It had been an hour and they all were looking at him with pleading gazes, but Damon looked lost.
Yet his cold and domineering aura seemed to control them and they kept working instinctively. Something told them they would die if they paused.
His presence was covered with dark clouds.
"I heard he got a gift from a maid. It was his portrait. Did he kill that poor girl?" another knight whispered, making Raymond paused and stared at the knight with disbelief.
"Are you for real?"
"Raymond! Stand up and spar with me." Raymond clenched and closed his eyes. Cursing his luck. Who had told him to be such a busy body!
"Ahh! That.. Sire, I injured my hands last night while practicing. I am not sure if I can spar today." he showed the bandages on his arm with a look of regret.
Damon's eyes narrowed.
