"Have you ever heard where women dominate men and govern a domain?"

"Look over there! Beyond the seas, you can find them hiding…"

I breathe. Thanks to the heavens, I’m alive!

Awake. I don't know where I am. I can’t distinguish which room I am from. And of course, tired. I am completely rested but after all of the ordeal that I went through, relief takes over. I still feel sluggish. And lo, I do forget that I’ve been mutilated. I was on the verge of death and yet, ‘Death’ spawned in front of my eyes momentarily. He didn’t harness me. Bedridden howbeit, thus far how I realized. As someone encroaches in with a loud clout. Three bangs to the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. With great emphasis, as it follows a cry: “Lord Gervðas!” and indeed, I don't know if I can answer the call. It seems my throat is unscathed during the torture at that time.

“Yes, come in!” I try my best and it looks like my voice has been in top condition.

As the intruder gets on board… I mean a non-hostile one… perhaps, I am too assuming to say - whichever Kehina’s security is second to none. If I am too pessimistic about our circumstances, it might come true. I am the overseer of this nation - Kehina. Since in the beginning, any boding premonition of mine whenever it’s bad or whatnot just imagining Kehina will not be in the advantage; It. Always. Come. True. I hope this time it won’t happen. Occurring such bad dreams is a price to pay for my part. Lady Wellicia, hear my prayer. I rise from my bunk with solely my back and my waist. I am able to lift a finger or two nevertheless not at all my legs. Both of which. Left. Right. Toes and ankles seem functional for rotational motion and for fidgeting. To be honest, being in this state makes me stupor. I was planning to move out ahead by proceeding to traverse from what I left behind. Inglovia. My mission yonder is far from finished. The people of Inglovia need salvation. Salvation away from their overlords corrupted by the power and avarice. And as I figure -,...

"Lord Gervðas!!!" a loud cry coming across from the doorway.

"Yes! I said: 'come in!'" I reiterate, as the voice disrupts me from my pensive state.

I throw a book on a table nearby towards the door. It barely hit the mark nevertheless I wish that servant should be able to sense the message I am informing to.

The door opens in a slow fashion: "Lord Gervðas! Lord Gervðas! Here's your morning meal and all-..." as the ruckus inside this room is starting to irritate me. And it follows with: "Oh! You seem to be doing fine." a later realization.

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"Yeah… thanks, for your concern and… uhm,... and the breakfast.” I chuckle while the servant maiden is placing the content on my table nearby.

As the servant is about to leave, she utters something: “By the way, milord, my name is Naiya. I am pleased to meet you, Lord Gervðas!” whereas she bows after the pleasantries. She stops once again to denote something to me: “Oh yes, before I leave, milord. There’s someone who might need your audience. “ … as I raise my brows out of curiosity who the person might be. It comes to my attention as far as the aura draws near, I think I already know who is coming. Not flashy as well as not too fancy, he makes his entrance in rather a stern pose and nonchalant demeanor. He leans his back against the hinges of the door to appear himself badass. Without looking at the guy, I assume he is already doing it, what plays on my mind and he will say: "Hey…" in a hoarse tune.

"Hey…" he says, as I draw my attention towards the voice, and he does it in the way that I imagined.

I smile, returning back the response in subtlety. I never knew he could do it with this. It is not even of his style. "Hey,... what makes you come in here?" I ask, with a tad of chuckle at the end of my sentence.

“What? You hate my presence being here. Woah, my friend! The sentiment is an excruciating harm… your sentiment makes me like a trespasser rather than a visitor.” he blurts his words, but not in a crude manner. He smiles while he is making a joke.

“Yeah, whatever. Come inside, Lord Ameniah. Let’s spend some time. Have you eaten your breakfast?” I invite the other lord, as the servant is attempting to make space for us by leaving us in this bedchamber. Well, I'll have to say to that servant I barely know: 'I am grateful'.

"Likewise, the meal is good… in a decent way. As for your diet, you have a distinct variant that differs from the rest." Lord Ameniah declares, as he stutters mid-sentence.

"Oh, really? By the way, Lord Ameniah, what's up, then? Why make a fuzz to bother yourself in here?" resurfacing the question once more, as I make my direct into a trifling manner, whereas I have to somehow catch his attention.

"I am going to repeat this yet again. I am just looking out for my patient. Oh, my bad. 'Patient' is a medical analogy. Or more like, I am watching for my client." he is trying to justify his reiteration.

"Oh, really? Since when did I rent your service, Lord Ameniah?"

"Well, look. Lord Gervðas, you are a fraction to the inner circle of the council of Lady Anda. With that being said, you are part of my responsibility. I am not going to let my eyes off of you. Never."

"Well, a finger doesn't make of a difference." as I am waving my severed finger - my right hand, and we laugh it off.

"So then, what's your plan, Lord Gervðas? After you finish your morning meal, are you going to stay here bedridden all day? Like the 'always' since for a couple of weeks as of yet?"

"Nah-uh. I think I am going for a walk, Lord Ameniah. A breather would be nice from time-to-time, inn'it? Why won't you join me?"