House-Of-Legions

ndown building. A lone figure shrouded in the darkness of n

demand anything from him, obviously at first he refused. But Franchesca never deterred in the slightest. No, Draiken women were known for their persistence, and Franchesca

k, a minute of your time, maximum

ed as he walked her out of his office toward the elevator. Unlike his siblings he wasn't ruled b

sed, she left and

rs to spare before his next meeting. He should've never tracked the girl, he should have walked away, but cowardice wasn't

ng Lightwatcher, behold his virgin sister. She was jumping up, trying to reach a branch in the tree. Wi

which led him to now, stan

him because he missed his family, he yearned for his mother. Now, the pain he festered in le

re just too dangerous to accept he clenched his jaw, s

name and soon. So will th

s reverie. Turning, he faced the rapid click of

e echoed through the space o

n, attire somewhat out of ordinary for a private meeting

ashioned' formality held a touch of reverence. Because whi

ith the easterly wind as h

Sorry, Clare's difficult to avoid, I'm running out

eception fuels inquisitors, Fra

started drinking himself into foolishness for which new woman, William never wanted to know

needed to speak. Sending a

uintin, longer

which he ignored and continued, "The

ible at meddling. It took three wars which he caused to figure that out. The plausible solu