Gabel turned his body to face the Loverne Commander standing at the end of the hall.
As if this were a signal, Philip Weston began to slowly descend down the hall towards him.
"Well well, look who it is. I had heard you were running around bothering some of my knights about that wench." Philip spoke while continuing to take steps forward.
Gabel crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm assuming you found her then. Did she end up having that bastard baby after all?"
Gabel raised his chin, "You dare even ask about her. You threw her out like she was nothing, and you call yourself a knight."
Philip let out a snort, "I am more of a knight than you will ever be boy. Thanks to you I had to replace the best mage we ever had. It's a pity she didn't end up losing that baby, I would have taken her back."
Gabel lunged forward and pushed the older knight against the wall.
"You are not even fit to breath the same air as her!"
Just then a door creaked open.
Riftan Calypse came striding out of his room towards them.
"Lachzion stand down immediately!"
Gabel turned his eyes back to Philip Weston.
Riftan shouted once more, "That's an order Lachzion!"
Gabel roughly released Philip and stepped back.
Philip straightened his shirt and turned towards Riftan.
"You should teach your knights how to control their tempers. This one especially."
Riftan cut in immediately, "Keep your advice to yourself. The Earl has told me he is not impressed with your leadership thus far. Perhaps I will pay him another visit and report that you have been trying to antagonize my knights."
Philip glared at Riftan for a moment then turned his gaze back to Gabel. He moved his gaze up and down him as if sizing him up. Then with a sly expression mumbled, "This isn't over boy."
Philip then turned around and walked back up the hall.
"Tell me Lachzion why the Fuck one of my knights is assaulting one of our allied force's Commanders?"
Riftans eyes were menacing as he stared down at Gabel.
"Commander he was begging for it! He spoke of dishonorable things!
"Enough! You know better Lachzion! Go back to your room and let me not hear from you again tonight."
Riftan turned around and walked back to his room.
Gabel let out a frustrated growl as he walked back to the door of his room.
He laid in bed, trouble by the words that had come from Philip Weston's mouth.
That fucker wished death on my son.
Gsbel thought about how Philip probably treated Elara when he found out she was pregnant. He most likely made a mockery of her before releasing her with nothing.
His fists slammed into the bed before bringing them up to his forehead.
Elara must have been so scared.
Knowing that she was treated poorly by that foul man was a torturous reality, he just could not accept.
"Fucking fuck!"
He clutched his chest with one of his hands, trying to ease the pain he felt.
It was his fault all this had happened to her in the first place.
A small tear rolled down his cheek as the days events began crashing down.
