The Palace Garden. Agranah.

"Why do I feel like we have to uproot all these flowers and replant new ones. The blood and sweat of the warriors seem to ridicule their efforts to grow."

He walked around the garden, careful of the traps he'd once heard Wealene talk about.

"But for a fact, one must agree that Wealene is quite the genius. How could he had thought of creating such deadly shortcuts and traps. He must have a lot of things going on in that thick head of his."

"I bet you can't say that it to his face."

A feminine voice came from behind him. He was familiar with the voice, and therefore found no reason to turn to her.

"After all, he's the father of a woman you love."

She added, advancing towards him.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you."

She halted few steps away from him. He kept on walking towards the pit. She followed. As soon as he got to the pit, he stopped then looked into it. 'Twas