As the day ended, Queen Alice went to the rooftop of the castle.
Here, she found a resting Damian. Lying on the wooden bench, without any sign of life. A still-perfect image. That is, until he moved his head and spoke.
“Are you just gonna stand there?” Damian asked.
“How’re you sure that it’s even me that came?”
“Come on Ali. You won’t let anyone else near this place.” Damian mused. “Anyway, how did it go with General Lear?”
“It went well.” Alice said, sitting on the bench opposite to Damian’s. “He requested a spar session and, I handed him the best that I could.”
“Oh gods.” Damian commented. “You didn’t actually give him a serious injury did you?”
“What do you take me for? Of course I handled it as carefully as I could.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure Ali.”
“Yeah well, your
