Have your seat Kabal." Julian noticed he was shy to walk in.

"Thank you Sire" he said. "I'm really honored."

"How are you doing Kabal? You look... sick." He said as he pulled off his boots.

"I... I feel so bad Milord. I can't tell anyone why because..." He trailed off. "No one really liked her. Except you, Master. Don't you..."

" Your commander?" Julian arched his brow. "Do you really care about her that much?"

"I'd give my life for her Master. I owe that to her. She made me, all that I am today." Kabal sulked on his tears. Julian watched the young boy express his obsessions with...