AKAYA: Kingdom Come (Untold Stories 3)

06

"Skills of what? Mopping? Pouring beer and wiping floors?" I ask indifferently, not swaying myself from the conclusion I made.

Disgust would be an understatement. He wants me to join the Military Training? For what? For me to hone my skills for the protection of the King? Believe me, I shall spit every single piece of profanity that knocks to the walls of my throat, wanting to be spoken. Yet, I dare not. 

My stomach turns and twists into countless knots. I want to laugh as much as want but I know laughing him out will surely make me pay. This is his act of generosity or should I say reciprocation. It's direct but I choose to view it in an indirect manner. 

"Spare me the lie, Miss Weisze. No woman in Callahan bears the skills to eliminate people alone other than you. Since we're here on the subject, might as well share where you learned your abilities as a warrior. I'm certain it did not come from sweeping or mopping all day," he says, insisting on his point.

"Are you saying that you witnessed how I killed those men?" the sudden question of mine rings a bell. 

His silence makes me even more skeptical. "You mean so well in describing my skills as fair and excellent for a warrior than a mere custodian. Have you perhaps seen what happened, General?" I added.

As I expected him to remain silent, he suddenly stands on his feet and slams his palms on his desk. Letting his sentiments be known. "Let me be properly understood, Miss Weisze. I do not seek contradiction in your accounts, thus this land shall not be polluted with lies and intolerable character. Would you rather seek asylum or speak in accordance with the subject that I presented?"

"Then, I suppose you are singularly dedicated to the protection of the King." Never have I encountered a man who speaks so far from how he looks. He obviously looks rigid and tamed but he's undoubtedly a man engaged in his own pride.

"As general, yes," he says softly.

He cools down and sits on his seat. Careful enough, I was able to pull the lever before he could yell at me more than how he wished he should have. I admit, he halts himself to speak calmly to a lady despite the accusations that have been vested in me by people unknowingly aware of what's accurate.

"Exactly. You're a general, you live to protect the King. Do you mind educating me as to why you want a murderer to serve the king's protection?" I ask handsomely. Certain enough if tension is to be brought up again, I bear no power to fight him at all cost.

"I am all aware that this proposal I succumb to the edge of my position is barely unaccountable of me, as general, yes. But let me be clear of my sentiments, Miss Weisze. I admit I do not believe that those accusations under your name are true." he says, silencing me to non-existence.

He's bluffing. He insisted that I murdered those people and now he's swaying by my side to tell me that he believes no factual truth to the accounts that bear my name. Pathetic.

"If people were to hear you right now, General Northon, they'd say you're behavior is indeed rehearsed. But as a woman of tolerable character, I dare wish to hear the reason behind the change in your mind," I utter exceedingly. Maintaining the measure of my chin that raises an inch towards how he raises his.