#Chapter249

The feast, long tables shaped into a big square, fires decorating the starry night and dancers in the middle, recreating a play. The Empress is watching without taking a breath, being captivated from the story that they say.

“I’ve never seen this part of your history,” she whispers to Nasias.

“There are a lot of things that aren’t known,” he responds, but his voice seemed as if something was hiding underneath.

“But still, what is this about?,” she asks pointing at the play. Nasias looks at me, hoping I can explain to her.

I lean towards her, ready to give her the background of the story of the fighters...