#Chapter37

Twelve years old, dressed in a white silk robe, Ajax stood beside his window looking down at the Olive trees, singing a song. As the gentle morning sunlight stuck his blue eyes, they appeared more green, "What a beautiful voice," He heard Gaël say. Gaël was a cook's son, the same age as Ajax. They stayed together but Gaël didn't know what Ajax was there for. Neither did he ever bother to ask. A girl stood beside the Olive trees, looking at him, "Hey! You're Swedish too?" She smiled.

He stopped singing and looked at her, "I am,"

"I am too," She smiled, "What is your name?" She asked...