I find myself lying on this familiar bunk. Staring up above with my commissioned works at the ceilings. Well, hell yeah, I am in my personal chamber. The queen herself is present beside me sitting on a chair at the moment that I later realize. She hangs her head on my sheet and is sleeping soundly. Meanwhile, as I am about to caress Lady Anda's hair someone then barges in knocking at the door with a strong three thuds in consecutive intervals. In my peripheral view, I notice the person is getting inside my room and the individual that I am referring to is Lord Guan.

I try to wake the majesty herself and right away, she responds to my action by tapping and shaking her shoulders up. Lord Guan, as he is drenched, confronts me during the moment; he stutters and then he approaches towards me, subsequently saying: "Lord Aisla. Is everything alright? You got out of cold yesterday." as he is concerned about my welfare and all.

"Oh, you are well and all, Lord Aisla. We thought you were going to be in a coma for a long time. Or longer than we thought. But things differ this time. I am glad you are still back in the game. Thank you, Lord Aisla." she says, as she wakes to my prior behest and to the sound made by Lord Guan. As it follows it by Lord Guan, uttering: "I am also pleased, welcoming you back." in a cheerful mood.

And in a successive scenario, a lad spontaneously encroaches inside my chamber without performing a formal salutations.

"Lord Aisla! Lord Aisla!" he exclaims, a shout of the man who I really resent.

"Are you alright?" he asks, talking about my well-being, yet I refuse to answer his question.

"I appreciate your concerns pertaining to my current status, Lady Anda and Lord Guan. I apologize for the inconvenience that has worried you." circumventing the prior question, as I am grateful towards what the queen's and my fellow consort's actions.

I am adamant on how I treat him, the one who is irresponsible of his actions, the deeds what he had done is irrevocable as therefore, I might forgive him but not right this time. I can not promise to my blood brothers that they may see the sun for another day. Of course; I, myself, as their leader, am scared as well. I don't know what the gods may have engraved upon our destiny or might as well have fabricated on us.

"Lord Aisla! Lord Aisla! Lord Aisla!" a distinct voice coming from the other side of the door, the same pitch of voice incurred by the one whom I scorn to, as I am not mistaken (and surely am not) and he is the one.

He barges in by a single knock at the door where concurrently opens the entrance, and by the distinct voice from the outside, I am referring to: "Marshal! Are you alright? Is everything fine? How's your health by then?" and voila, is my adjutant - Clyden.

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He is panting where he halts by the ingress. He is trying to catch his breath, respiring in an irregular rhythm. I denote him to come forward towards me, however, he might not have comprehended my gesture. He then speaks: "Oh my lord, thank god. You are just safe as I ought you will be." and sighs out of his relief when witnessing me breathing and healthy as normal.

He barges in by a single knock at the door where concurrently opens the entrance, and by the distinct voice from the outside, I am referring to: "Marshal! Are you alright? Is everything fine? How's your health by then?" is my adjutant - Clyden. He is panting where he halts by the ingress.

Overseeing myself collapsing out in the open may really do can prompt a spark of controversy as the rumors and the hearsays may suggest and in accordance to the word of the circle - my confidantes. I did mean not to induce a façade as far as my memory could remember. According to my reminiscent image, I was playing chess with someone and then I lose the game afterwards. As I ponder, I can even not reimagine the face whom I played with. Well, there is that and the rest is history. Most of them may have gone forlorn but it is still history.

On my behest, I ask them to leave for now. Well, except for Clyden who arrived just right about now. I confide in Clyden and in his instincts more than the rest who are present here within this area. They conform to my bidding with no second thoughts.

"Do you have any ideas? What is this all about?" I ask, pointing out a piece of parchment under my palm.

"I am sorry, milord. But I don't understand what you are trying to illustrate." he retorts, as he reaches for the writ.

"Oh, really? But I can read what's within this piece of this meager scroll." as I discern that he is playing hoax, ridiculing him, I reply.

Did someone clouded my judgment? I can read. I know the dissimilarities between a 'c' and a 'ç' because the letter c makes the sound of either 'k' or 's' and it may varies while on the other hand, ç is a conjoined letter or not a-stand-alone letter which means a fusion of a consonant-vowel variable, and it sounds like 'ch' or 'sh' plus the vowel. And what's engraved on this piece of sheet are all numbers and letters - as I probably would assume a chess notation. In the end, I think I misunderstood Clyden's intention but he is not the lad who makes up reasons for his desires or in arbitrary.

"I realize that I maybe out of my mind." I ponder, where Clyden answers not to my sentiment.

"Well, I don't know what is the limitations between an absolute mad man and a completely sane person. To be honest, Lord Aisla, the answers you may come up with will differ from different perspectives." Clyden cheers me up, in a delightful way.

"Well, being crazy is another aspects of being too erratic, random. Unpredictability is a factor that may come in handy towards planning an attack and sort of. Thus, milord, I am expecting of your commands in the future as well." continuing, Clyden compliments me.

I concur to his sentiment that this is might be a some kind of wizardry we failed to understand. Something ancient or something advanced for our discernment. By which, Kehina is not so dominant when it comes to alchemy, to sage arts and to magical disciplines. However, we are no stranger to the namesake subject.