82Chapter 4: Into the Lion's den (5/5)
Jorah Mormont:
Everything was dark, no light could be seen. It felt like he was falling. Where was he? How did he get there?
"Jorah." He heard a voice call him.
"Father?" Jorah quickly recognized his father Jeor Mormont's voice.
"Jorah, how could you my son.?" The disappointment in his father's voice felt like a knife stabbing him in his heart.
"Father, what are you talking about?" Jorah asked in return.
"I did tell you once," his voice was calm and emotionless, it didn't feel like he was talking to him. "The things we love destroy us every time, son. Remember that." His voice echoed before disappearing completely.. That place felt like an abyss. He was struggling to breathe. He couldn't hear, see or feel anything. No, he could feel something. A feeling.
Dread.
After what it felt like an eternity, Jorah Mormont finally opened his eyes and was able to see. But the moment he did, he felt an intense pain on his face. It felt like someone had punched him in the same exact spot a hundred times. He tried to lift himself up from the bed that he was laying. He sat down and looked at his surroundings. He was in a castle, no doubt about it. But it was very unkempt, the walls were dirty and it looked like no one lived there for a long time. He was trying to piece it together on how he got there.
Suddenly, he remembered. He was fighting the Kingslayer in the Melee and... He lost. The Kingslayer knocked him out by hitting him with the crossguard of his sword as if it were a war hammer. That was the origin of the pain that he was feeling. Jorah was sure his cheekbone was broken. He softly touched the wound and noticed it was bandaged.
He needed to find out whose castle this was. He also remembered the encounter he had before the fight. Denys Drumm was his name, the Ironborn he met at the tavern.
While Jorah was deep in thought, the same man entered the room.
"Good, you're awake." He spoke as he approached Jorah. "If you had been unconscious for one more day, I would have given up on you."
"One more day?" Jorah asked in confusion. "How long was I out?"
"Six days." Jorah widened his eyes at the revelation. "Andrik brought you here after the Kingslayer beat you." Jorah couldn't believe that he was unconscious for so long.
"Why did you help me?" Jorah was curious. The Ironborn aren't exactly known for their kindness.
"I didn't do it for you Lord Mormont," he spoke with an emotionless expression. "I have a plan and your death would only complicate it."
Jorah remembered Drumm asked him to hold on the fight for as long as he could. Jorah didn't really do it to help him, the fight did drag on because he and the Kingslayer fought with all their might. Jorah actually wanted to kill him, he even managed to tackle him into the ground and almost kill him with his dagger. But he was interrupted by the Ironborn that was with Drumm, Andrik was his name if he was not mistaken. Jorah almost managed to stab the Kingslayer neck with the dagger but then Andrik toss it a Frey at him and made him come off of him.
"Are you going to tell me what do you hope to accomplish?" Even with everything, Jorah still wanted to know.
"Revenge" He spoke while standing in front of Jorah.
Jorah didn't really understand. "Who do you want to avenge?"
He had a sad look before finally speaking. "I too, Jorah Mormont, loved someone." He paused, leaning into a wall. "But as oppose to you, the person I loved was a man." Jorah himself was surprised by that. "This man's name was Reynard Hill. He was named after his uncle Reynard Reyne." Jorah's eyes widened for what he just heard. Reynard Reyne was a Knight from House Reyne and the youngest son of Lord Robert Reyne. "His father was the last lord of Castemere, Roger Reyne." Roger Reyne, known as the Red Lion, was a Lord of Castamere and head of House Reyne. He was a famous Knight and considered one of the deadliest men of the Westernlands. "You must already know, don't you, Reynard was the bastard son of Roger Rayne, The last Lord of Castamere." As he kept talking, Jorah couldn't help but be surprised by the story he was hearing. "When house Rayne was destroyed..." He paused for a second. "I don't need to explain to you how it happened do I?"
"No, I heard that cursed song." The song was The Rains of Castamere. It was about the fall of Castamere. Tywin ignored Reynard Reyne's terms after his brother's surprise attack failed and instead ordered his men to seal the entrances of the mines. When all entrances were blocked with tons of stone, earth, and soil, leaving no way in or out, Tywin had his men dam a nearby stream and divert it to the nearest mine entrance. Water easily found its way through the tiny gaps in the rubble that blocked the mouth of the entrance. Lannister men stationed at the most distant entrances claimed they could hear faint screaming and shouting, but by daybreak, there was nothing but silence. None of the three hundred men, women, and children within ever emerged from the mines again. As commanded by Tywin, the castle on the surface was set ablaze. That was how the Reyne-Tarbeck revolt ended.
"Good. When house Rayne was destroyed, a certain mistress Roger Rayne had, He took her and made her his the moment he laid his eyes on her, but not less than a year later, the Reyne-Tarbeck revolt happened. She of course fled, she wouldn't risk her son's life because the father was a fucking idiot. She fled Castemere before Roger retreated after being defeated by Tywin, and got as far away as she could with her son. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side. She ended up taking shelter in a village in the far northwest of the Westerlands. A village that my father, Dunstan Drumm raided a day after she arrived." Jorah was listening very closely to the story.``My father was swooped by her for some reason, so he decided to make her his salt wife. The first one since my mother died. She didn't fight him when he was taking her, she just begged him to let her take her son too. My father agreed in exchange for her full devotion. Turns out, my father ended up liking her more than he ever did my mother. She liked him too, she said that he was much gentler with her than the Red Lion ever was, which was a surprise even to me." Jorah was actually surprised by that as well, since Ironborn aren't known for being gentle. "Her son Reynard and I, we became inseparable, we did everything together. I was closer to him than I ever was with my brother, but then." Jorah lift one of his brows for that. "He kissed me. We were walking on a beach, talking about something that I cannot remember, no matter how hard I try. He told me I was the most important person in his life, then he kissed me," Jorah just stayed quiet. "I didn't hate it, I returned right away." He paused. "Don't you dare judge! The woman you claimed to be in love with was married." His voice became a bit hostile.
"I won't." Jorah would be a hypocrite if he did. "What happened to him?" Jorah wanted to know.
"Death." He closed his eyes when he said that. "Killed by the Kingslayer during that fucking rebellion." Jorah could sense the deep sadness in his voice when he said that. "Father killed by the father, son killed by the son. What a fucking irony." Jorah was inclined to agree..
"How did it happened?" Jorah knew that he was asking too many questions but he himself was curious since he was at the rebellion as well.
"Me and Reynard were together during the battle, watching each other's back like we always did. My father sent me to aid Rodrik Harlaw in the defence of the castle of Ten Towers, in the island of Harlaw." Denys explained to Jorah.
"The Lannisters were the ones that attacked that castle." Jorah remembered.
"The Kingslayer led the assault at the castle and Reynard, the moment he saw the Kingslayer, cut through all the soldiers in order to get to him." Denys continued.. "He and the Kingslayer fought each other, but..." He paused again. "Reynard was no match for him, the Kingslayer gutted him like a pig in seconds." A small tear escapes from the Ironborn's eye but he quickly wiped it away. "Me, I got crossbow bolt at my back which incapacitated me. They found me at the end of the battle bleeding at the ground."
Jorah now understood, well partially.. But there was one thing that he didn't really understand. "What exactly are you planning?"
"Follow me, I'll show you." He walked towards the door of the room and signalled Jorah to follow him.
Jorah stood up with a bit of difficulty, still feeling the pain in his cheek. But he could walk normally, he followed Denys Drumm. "Where are we anyway?"
"Tarbeck Hall."
The Lord of Bear Island followed the Heir of House Drumm. It led him to the middle of the ruins of Tarbeck Hall. Another result of the Reyne-Tarbeck revolt.
Jorah heard a few stories of the event. Supposedly Lady Ellyn Tarbeck expected a long siege. She sent ravens to Castamere, asking her brothers Roger and Reynard for help. When Kevan Lannister arrived under a peace banner demanding her surrender, she laughed at him, telling him: "You are not the only lions in the West, ser. My brothers are coming, and their claws are just as long and sharp as yours". However, Tywin had siege engines prepared in less than a day. These were used to throw a great boulder over the walls onto Tarbeck Hall's aged keep, bringing the castle down upon Ellyn and her son, Tion. All resistance ended and the gates were thrown open, and Tywin commanded the castle be put to the torch. For a day and night, the flames burned until nothing was left of Tarbeck Hall except a blackened empty shell.
"Why you're using a ruined castle?" Jorah asked Denys.
"It wasn't fully ruined, there are some parts that are still somewhat standing." He told Jorah as the two of them kept walking. "It's only temporary anyway."
Jorah turned his gaze and saw a few Ironborn men. Five in total, two were drinking, three were throwing a hand axe at each other. Jorah didn't wanna know why. As he kept on following Denys, he noticed the other Ironborn that was with him. Andrik was leaning against a wall with an axe beside him. As they get closer to him, Andrik said something at his ear. Whatever it was, he just nodded and stayed still. Denys led Jorah to the door.
Jorah could tell the door led to a dungeon or something. He wondered what Denys wanted to show him. The two quickly descended down the stairs that led them to below the castle. Jorah was right, it was the dungeons.
That part of the Castle was in ruins, there were several crumbling parts, and it looked like that was the most damaged part of the castle. And Denys kept leading Jorah deeper into the bowels of the castle. As they arrived at the last cell, Jorah was shocked by what he saw in there. It was Lynesse's son, locked in the cell sleeping at the arms of a woman. Judging by her clothes, Jorah concluded she was a handmaiden.
"What is-" Before Jorah could finish his question, he felt a strong blow at the back of his head, everything went dark.
Tyrion Lannister:
It had been six days since his brother's wife, Lynesse was killed and his nephew was taken. It has been a complete mess in Casterly Rock ever since. His father was completely furious, not only by the fact that someone managed to invade Casterly Rock, but also to kill a member of their house and kidnap another.
"Your turn."
The Imp was now sitting in a room playing Cyvasse with the Prince. Cyvasse was a game that originates from Volantis. Tyrion saw two men playing at Lannisport when he was visiting a brothel there and he got interested. It took him almost two whole bags of silver to buy it from them. He picked on the game quickly and taught Myrcella how to play it. Four days ago, he taught Raziel as well, and the two have been playing a lot since them.
Tyrion moved his elephant. "Where are Myrcella and Joy?" Tyrion asked his nephew.
"Joy is playing with Tommen's kittens and Myrcella is in her room." Raziel said while trying to figure out his next move.
Myrcella was devastated after her mother's death and her brother's disappearance. She'd been crying herself to sleep and not eating much. She also became somewhat reclusive, not talking or spending much time with Raziel or Joy anymore.
"How are you feeling?" Tyrion asked.
Raziel just shrugged his shoulders and moved his piece - the light horse. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not." Tyrion said as he moved a spearmen. "And pretending to be won't do you any good."
Raziel just stayed quiet and moved one more piece. He moved his dragon. "I'm worried about Tommen, and what's going to happen with Myrcella if something happens to him."
"We all are," Tyrion spoke as he gulped a cup of wine. "But I can guarantee you that my Lord father won't rest until Tommen is found." If there was one thing that Tywin Lannister cared about more than anything in the world, was his family's reputation and legacy.
With that Tyrion moved one more piece, killing Raziel's King. "I win."
"Again." Raziel spoke in a low voice. Tyrion and him already played this game several times, but Tyrion always won.
"One more?" Tyrion asked.
"No, I'm going to go check on Joy." Raziel said as he stood up from the table.
"Yes, I think I'm going to go visit someone as well." This someone that Tyrion is talking about is a whore in Lannisport.
"Okay, see you later uncle Tyrion." He smiled at him and waved before leaving the room.
Tyrion grew surprisingly fond of his sister's son this last few days. The two had been spending a lot of time together since the tragedy. Since Cersei spent most of her time in their father's solar with Jaime discussing the current circumstances. He himself missed little Tommen and was hoping that his father discovered where he was soon.
Tyrion finished the cup of wine and left the room to make his way to Lannisport.
His ride towards Lannisport was as unremarkable as it would get. It was quick and uninterrupted, and he was fine with it. He made his way to the brothel that he'd been visiting for years. But before he went in, he decided to have another drink in a tavern just around the corner. He walked past several merchants until he entered the tavern.
He quickly found an empty table and ordered spiced honey wine, which was a famous drink in Lannisport. Soon a serving wench with a nice pair of breasts came with his drink.
As he drank, he looked around the place. It wasn't very full but there were a fair amount of people there.
"What exactly are you talking about?" Tyrion overheard someone speaking behind him.
"I'm telling you, there was a group of Ironborn's here yesterday." Tyrion turned around a bit and noticed two men talking.
They were similar in appearance, probably brothers. One was bald and had a long beard, the other had long hair and a clean face. He observed then and noticed the bald man was wearing poor quality armor, and Tyrion assumed the man was a hedge knight. The long-haired one on the other hand was wearing raw wool.
Tyrion couldn't help but eavesdrop in their conversation.
"What the hell do you mean? Ironborns, here?" The bald man asked him.
"Yes, I noticed because of the hand axes they were carrying." The long-haired one spoke.
The hand axe was a common weapon but Ironborn had a slightly preferation to them, because of a game called finger dance. It It was played by at least two people who threw a hand axe at each other. One must catch the axe or leap over it without missing a step. Tyrion read about it in a book about the Ironborn.
"But that doesn't mean anything."
"One of them was carrying a shield with a blazon of A bone hand, white on red." The long-haired one explained.
"And?"
"That is the coat at arms of house Drumm."
Tyrion was just listening closely to the conversation. Trying to understand what a house of the Iron Islands was doing in Lannisport, especially after their failed rebellion not long ago.
"House Drumm? Isn't that the one who has that red Valyrian steel sword?"
"That's the one."
The bald man gulped his cup before speaking again. "A few days ago, I saw a man carrying that sword."
"Who?"
Tyrion started to gulp down the rest of his wine. This conversation had become a bit boring, he decided to just finish the drink and make his way to the brothel.
"Jorah Mormont."
Tyrion nearly choked with his drink when he heard that name.
Raziel Baratheon:
The prince was currently in his cousin's room. He was practicing the tumbling tricks that his great uncle had taught him. Joy was just sitting with Boots and Lady Whiskers, watching him.
Raziel did a cartwheel, two back handsprings and a he finished Joy clapped.
Raziel then made his way to sit on the bed with Joy. Boots and Lady Whiskers quickly went to his lap. He patted their head softly.
"They really like it when you pat them." Joy told him.
"Well, Mother said I have really soft hands." He remembers all of the times that his mother asked him to touch her in some spot that she pointed.
Joy grabbed Raziel's hands and put them on her cheek. "They are pretty soft."
"Told you." Raziel removed his hand and put them back on the kittens.
He took a look at her and noticed something. "You're still wearing that dress."
"It's my favorite now." She explained. "I don't get many nice things, some gifts from my father and Myrcella, but not many." She told him while touching the dress. "I mean, I think it's why Myrcella wanted me to kiss you too."
"What?" Raziel was confused.
"Myrcella told me that not many girls get to kiss a prince like in the stories, and she's always giving me gifts since we were little, I guess having my first kiss with a prince was another one." She explained. "I think she does that to make it up to me."
"Make it up to you? What do you mean?" Raziel asked.
"When me and Myrcella met, she wasn't kind to me. She kept throwing in my face that I was a bastard and that I couldn't touch her things." She explained to him with a sad look. "Then one day, I was playing with one of her dolls while I waited for my father and she saw me. She got very angry and hit me with a vase."
Raziel was listening, but he himself was not believing what he was hearing. He just couldn't imagine Myrcella doing something like this.
"The vase broke and some of the sharps ended up cutting me." Joy explained but Raziel still couldn't believe it. "The Maester took care of the cuts and Myrcella has been giving me gifts ever since."
"Umm..." Raziel didn't really believe her.
"You don't believe me?" Joy stood up from the bed and removed the top of her dress. Raziel could see three scars on her, one was a straight line below her left rib, one was a curved shaped cut, a little above her hip and the last one was on her back. She quickly put the top back on and sat back on the bed.
Raziel himself was surprised by all that he heard. "Are you... still mad at her?" It was strange for him to imagine Myrcella doing something like that.
"No. She's been nice to me ever since." Joy said as she started to pat Boots again. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes." Raziel replied.
"Some... Highborns don't really like bastards very much." Joy was talking while grabbing Lady Whiskers off his lap. "But you didn't have a problem with me, not like Myrcella had in the beginning."
"Are you asking me why I didn't have a problem?" Raziel was quick to ask.
Joy nodded..
"It's just like your father said." Raziel quickly answered. "She's still your family no matter what her last name is." He tried to do his best impression of her father, which made her laugh.
Joy stoped laughing and approached Raziel's ear. "Don't tell Myrcella but... you're my favorite cousin." She whispered in his ear with a very low voice, like a secret that only he could hear.
Raziel turned his gaze to her, he stared at her dark green eyes a bit before smiling.
Cersei Lannister:
The Queen was in the solarium with her father and brother again. This time she was just there to know how her father would perceive this. As if the Northerner's disrespect wasn't bad enough, now someone invaded Casterly Rock and killed a member of their family and took another.
Cersei had no love for Lynesse Hightower. But her death would cause the other houses to perceive them as weak, and the abduction of Tommen who was Jaime's only male heir just made it much worse.
Her father explained to them as soon as they entered the solarium how it had occurred. Apparently someone took one of Tommen's cats and used it as bait to attract him and his mother to a room. The majority of the guards were in the tourney guarding their Queen,Prince and Lord. The guards who remained at the Rock were easily taken down by whoever took Tommen. Tywin suspected it was a group of either three or four, and the plan was to take Lynesse and Tommen but Lynesse resisted and that's why they killed her. The Maester checked her body and found several signs of a struggle and the cut that killed her was from an axe.
Her Lord father had been taking several measures to find him. He hasn't informed her what those measures were which angered her deeply. She was just sitting at her father's council with a few people in there. The only one of notice was her uncle Kevan who finally returned from whatever he was. Apparently her Lord father had sent him to do some negotiations. She was not aware of the nature of those negotiations, however.
The discussion was going nowhere since no one had a single idea of where Tommen could be or why he was taken in the first place. It was pointed out the intruders didn't gothere to kill, since Lynesse's death was the result of resisting the abduction. It didn't look like they were going to ransom for his return either. Since her Lord father wouldn't exactly give in to it and since it had been almost a week and they haven't received a single raven requesting it.
Her brother didn't grieve much for his wife. He was fond of her but didn't love her and her death angered him more than anything. The one who was the most affected by it was definitely her niece. The Queen paid a visit to her and the two talked. Cersei wondered if she should convince her husband and father to betrothed Raziel to her. Having her son married to a Lannister would have increased their influence and it would be easy to manipulate the girl to do her will. But she quickly decided against it because Robert was completely focused on the idea of marrying Raziel with the daughter of his best friend, Eddard Stark. A shame, she could tell that her niece would be thrilled with the idea of being Queen.
Her precious little cub had been spending too much time with her uncle's bastard. He used to spend time with all of his cousins but with one missing and the other depressed in her bed, Raziel had to content himself with the company of a bastard. The Queen didn't like it, but she didn't want to upset her perfect black lion. If he wanted to spend time with some lowly bastard girl, so be it. At least she's a baseborn from a member of House Lannister.
The Queen didn't know much about Joy Hill. Though she did hear about an incident involving Myrcella hitting her with a vase that caused her several cuts because she caught the bastard touching her things. She couldn't falter her niece, the bastard should have known her place but apparently the weak girl felt bad about the bastard and started to treat her nicely and give her gifts. Cersei though it was pathetic. A bastard touches a noble girl's possession and she's now rewarded by it. If it had happened to Cersei, she would have ordered the girl's death.
And if that wasn't enough, she got to kiss her perfect son. She thought that he, unfortunately, inherited his father's taste in women. Let boys be boys if Raziel wants highborn or lowborn girls, he can have whatever he desires.
The Queen's thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door opening. It was her imp of a brother.
"Sorry to interrupt your discussio-" He was panting, it appeared that he ran to get there.
"What is it?" Her father didn't look pleased and Tyrion better have a good reason to interrupt them.
He took a few deep breaths before speaking. "I heard something in Lannisport and I think it has something to do with Tommen."
Everyone stayed quiet and her lord father just signalled for him to sit down. He obeyed and quickly walked towards an empty chair.
"Speak." Her father spoke with a cold voice.
"I was drinking at a tavern at Lannisport," Tyrion started to explain and everyone in the room paid close attention. "I ended up hearing a conversation between a hedge Knight and his brother. They were talking about seeing a group of Ironborns in the tavern." When he finished what he said, the majority of the people in the room were surprised. "One of them said that one of their shields had A bone hand, white on red brazed on it."
"That's the symbol of House Drumm of Old Wyk." One of the men said. Old Wyk was one of the islands that make up the Iron Islands.
"Yes, they have a Valyrian steel sword don't they?" Tyrion asked them.
"Yes. Red Rain." Jaime finally spoke after spending most of the meeting quiet.
"The Hedge Knight claimed he saw Jorah Mormont with that sword." Jaime was wide-eyed when he heard that. "You think... He has something to do with them?" Tyrion asked.
The room stayed quiet, everyone eyed each other. Until her father stood up from his chair. He looked like he was deep in thought.
"What do you think, father?" Cersei finally spoke as well. She had spent most of this pointless meetings quiet, but now they had something they could possibly use.
Tywin stared at the council "All of you, out." Tywin spoke. Quickly they all stood up and left. "Not you three." He spoke to his children.
Cersei sat closer than she was before in order to start the real discussion.
"So, what do you think?" Jaime asked his father.
"I think the Northerner might have made a deal with the Ironborn." Tywin spoke in a low voice.
"But what sort of deal would that be?" Jaime asked.
"Answer me that yourself, what do you think the Lord of bear island wanted?" Tywin obviously knew the answer and so did Cersei but Jaime was struggling since he couldn't think about it which frustrated Cersei.
"Your wife." Tyrion spoke when Jaime was taking too long to answer.
"Exactly."
Jaime paused for a second. He seemed like he was thinking about something.
"During your fight, there was a mystery knight that was attacking anyone that was charging towards you two." Tyrion spoke up.
"He also dragged the Northerner after you beat him." Tywin added.
"What exactly are you two thinking it really happened?" Cersei asked, she could understand parts of it but not all of it.
Tywin started at Cersei and Jaime before saying. "The Northerner was holding the fight, and while we were all distracted, a group of Ironborn invaded Casterly Rock and attempted to abduct both Lynesse and Tommen, but it went wrong and Lynesse was killed in the process." The entire story made sense to them but there was one thing she could not understand.
"But how did the Ironborn got in?" Jaime asked the exact thing that Cersei couldn't understand.
"That part is still a mystery." Tywin in a calm voice. But Cersei could tell that her father would not rest until he discovered.
"It doesn't really matter how they got inside, what really matters is getting Tommen back." Tyrion quickly replied to their father.
"But we still have no idea where they went." Jaime argued.
"Actually, I do have an idea of where they might be." Tywin spoke.
All of them turned their gaze towards their father.
"I received a raven yesterday from Gawen Westerling, apparently his son was chasing an animal while hunting and the animal led him to Tarbeck Hall." Tywin started to explain to his children. Most of them were surprised because Tarbeck Hall has been abandoned since Tywin destroyed the castle. "Apparently he saw people taking refuge in there."
"Surely you don't think it could be the exact group of Ironborns that we are looking for?" The Queen asked her father. It just seemed so stupid, to hide on a castle abandoned for years, and think no one would notice their presence there. Cersei knew Ironborns weren't known for their brains but that's a giant level of stupidity. Especially for a group that managed to invade Casterly Rock.
"I'm not sure, Lord Westerling is waiting for my response on how to perceive it." Tywin said to Cersei. "I'm sending the two of you to check." Tywin was speaking to both Tyrion and Jaime.
"What?" Tyrion asked in confusion.
"You and your brother will go to the Crag in order to check this group that took refuge at Tarbeck Hall." Tywin explained.
Tommen Lannister:
It was dark and cold, the woman that he was with was shivering. Tommen saw a big and ugly man killing his mother. He cried until there weren't any more tears in his eyes. He saw the man who gave his mother a crown of roses get hit in the head and put on a cell beside his.
He was hungry.
He was afraid.
He missed his mother, his sister, his cousins.
"What are we going to do with the Northerner?" Tommen heard someone ask.
"I was planning on delivering that woman he wanted but the fucking fool fucked with everything and killed her." He heard a man speak. "I chopped his head off with my sword when he told me." He was angry. "We'll keep him here until our plan is done. He doesn't deserve to die, seeing as he helped us, but he will become a problem once he finds what happened to her" He kept hearing the man speaking but he didn't understand. "If he causes too much trouble we'll kill him."
"How much longer until your father and brother arrive?"
"Three days."
"Three more days in this fucking castle."
More Questions and Answers:
Q: I really like the tourney fights, are you familiar with HEMA?
A: I'm a Martial Arts enthusiast, most of the characters in my stories have knowledge in martial arts. I studied a bit of HEMA myself and searched tecniques to use in the fights.
Q: Will there be multiple love interest in the story for Raziel?
A: I wouldn't call it "Love interests." But I guess I have to say Yes since it would take too long to explain.
Q: I know it's a spoiler but where will it be the next fostering?
A: I'll give you a tip: "It stretched before them to the misty east, a tranquil land of rich black soil, wide slow-moving rivers, and hundreds of small lakes that shone like mirrors in the sun, protected on all sides by its sheltering peaks."
