Thomias exhaled sharply, staring out the window. He knew the lord was growing further impatient by the days—he was in desperate need for a lover. But Thomias cannot help it. He can’t help that he doesn’t feel love for anyone. All those men and women he’s thrown at him, all so gorgeous—but yet he’s never felt truly drawn.

The sunlight peaked over the line of the castle and hit his eyes. He shut his eyes, forced out from his thoughts from the sun. He put a hand out to shield himself. He finds himself looking back out, longing for an answer to his love situation. What did he expect? He was 40.

His eyes followed the soldiers flowing the pavement. His room’s window had the view of the training grounds. Perfect considering his profession.

“Ladies and gents,” his voice was low and gruff from the morning. “You will obviously be doing the basic training since this is morning work. But I will warn you, even though it’s basic… I will not go easy on you.” His eyes followed the heads of each and every soldier, calculating short profiles on them. “You.” He pointed to a tall, thick-muscled man whom was quivering in his silver boots. “Come face me…” Thomias pulled a wooden training sword from a nearby basket, next to one of the training dummies.

As Thomias is tapping the wooden sword impatiently, while the man was approaching slowly out of fear… his eyes land on Guest. Their looks were extraordinary. He froze, eyes wide. “Holy…gods…” he murmured to himself. He couldn’t believe it. Not at all. He cleared his throat and faced the students in front of him, then Guest once more. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Snap out of it…” He realized Guest was watching him fight the man. Thomias suddenly had the urge to impress.