Perhaps he was slashing his way through the grey uniforms. Well, that was his job after all. Only it wasn’t his job. She faltered in her smooth, cat stride. His job had been to protect her father’s interests. Did honour call for her to return and fight beside him? She was confused and she had always been taught that confusion was death. A short story about honour and love.
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