“What do you mean you have no idea where he is?” Melisa asked as Ethan sat in the cabin.

He hated islands, blightrock was no exception, the sound of the sea crashing against the rock, the constant rocking of the Castle threatening to fall any minute.

The constant act of giving orders, answering Melisa's questions and fighting back the urge to jump into the sea and be washed away.

He wished he were a blessed, maybe he would be more resistant to sea, but sadly, he wasn't. Perhaps he had to take up the mission of finding a drug against this sea sickness or whatever it was.

If you think commanding a hundred men was easy, think again when you have a giant that just woke up, sneaked away from the capital only to find out that her lover, Lord is missing with no idea where he was except a shitting letter that said he was heading north.

Was he going to join the army? Was he going to betray the king? He never told them the entire plan, just their parts. That way if one of them was captured and tortured they could only reveal the bits they know.

Was it a good motivation and look out for his acquaintance strategy no, but ivo was not really the type to care for feelings was he?

“Melisa” Ethan called out,“ remember what he said in his letter right?” Ethan reminded her.“ Yes I do,” she replied.

“Good, focus on that, it's almost the second storm and the crossers will be here soon”.

Melisa finally calmed for a bit as she sat on the floor, Ethan didn't think it would work. Ivo was a master at manipulation, he had tagged the job he had given to Melissa as the most important mission, which was defending his land. She had to console herself with the fact that she had been trusted with a crucial mission and Ethan had to console himself with a drink.

He walked out the room down the corridor, the servants were busy repainting and rearranging the castle—on Ivo's order.

They had about four hundred crossers coming and Ivo was more interested in rearranging the castle design, but Ethan had seen Ivo pull out miracles more than once from his ass, let's hope he can pull another one.

He could hear hammer against metal just down the hall, he stopped in his track and stared. He contemplated going down to check on Georg or just getting a drink.

Well, a little talk won't kill, he thought to himself as he walked down the hall, he pushed the iron door open as the heat hit him, he stepped back allowing his body to adjust to the heat before walking in.

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Now there's a blessed, Ethan thought.

Georg was shirtless, Ethan could swear he was just as weak as his skinny frame was lit up by coal and sweat. But from the size of hammer that George swung, Ethan had to reconsider.

The fact that Georg didn't have giant blood made it more incredible, he stopped swinging and stared at Ethan at the door, lifting his brow to ask “what?”

“Don't you have fun?” Ethan asked after a long silence.

“This is fun” Georg replied.

This was probably the tenth word or so he had ever said to him, but Ethan would willingly take a conversation that didn't involve giving orders, calming a giant and reviewing inventory.

“Well, do you want to get drunk?” Ethan asked.

Georg stared at him for hard long minute then back at the hot steel, he lifted it and dipped it in water beside him making a sizzling sound.

“What are we getting?” Georg asked.

“How old are you again?” Ethan asked—ever since he had found out that Ivo was eighteen, Melisa was two years older, and he was four years older, he had taken it upon himself to ask their ages.

Georg stared at him again…

“Well??”

“Sixteen” he finally replied.

“Well, you can have a drink or two! Wait, you have had a drink before right?”

Georg nodded sideways.

“Well, there is a first time! What about a woman? Ever being in one?”

Georg, give the same answer.

“Isn't it your lucky night?now let go get that drink.”

As Ethan waited the footsteps down the hall drew his attention, someone was running towards them.

He jumped back and pulled out the knife on his waist to realize it was one of the guards.

“My lord! We have visitors.”

“They can wait, the Lord isn't available for visiting.”

“They are from the capital.”

Ethan stopped in his track, he turned to Georg.

“Guess we will have our drinks another time.”

Before turning back to the guards.

“Take me to them.”

I would kill Ivo Ethan thought.

Melisa was the only reason he hadn't been killed, she sat in the corner of the room sharpening her blades, she had never let her guard once.

The king's brother!

Why was the king's brother here? Petyr ELEPHANT.

“Where is Ivo?” Petyr asked.

“No idea, if I knew where he was, I will hunt him and kill him myself.”

“Funny girl” petyr said in a laugh, his eyes scanned the room but mostly on Melisa, who stared at him without looking away.

“I just want ivo, no need for blood.”

“Well I want a castle but guess what? We can't have them can we?”

“Do you realize who stand before you? I'm the king's brother and I bear the king's seal” “Do you want to lose your head?” Petyr said as he pulled out a sigil from his pocket with a raven stamp.

“Well, I can see that alright” Ethan replied pushing the seal out of his face.

“Like I said I have no idea where ivo is”

“Who are you again?”

Ethan swallowed hard, he stared at Melissa to make sure she was on her giant killing mode in case things went south. He knew of petyr reputation—the black crow they called him.

He did the king's dirty work and it was very dirty. Ethan didn't want a fight just yet. Ivo had asked him to hold off as much as he could.

Petyr gripped the hilt of his blade, “if you think having a giant by your side will save you then you must be very wrong.”

Melisa slowly stood up holding her blades on both hands, her eyes locked on the king's brother.

Ethan moved back slowly to avoid being caught in the middle of the battle.

The loud horn followed by the tolling of the bell drew their

attention as Ethan finally let out a loud sigh of relief.