BK1 Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

Callan escorted me back to my camp when Teresa and Harold returned. He hadn't wanted to risk leaving me alone with Garret and even went as far as to swear he would make sure I wasn't alone with him again. It was a nice sentiment, but I didn't know how he could keep that promise. Callan couldn't be aware of my situation at all times.

I wasn't ready to forgive him yet, nor place my trust in him. I couldn't erase everything that had happened between us so easily. The scar on my chest wouldn't let me forget how fickle his emotions could be.

Thankfully, Teresa was tired when I returned, so we decided to retire early for the night, which allowed me to avoid the smirk on Garret's face as he watched me. His irritating expression made me want to punch him as he watched us eat rice around the fire. Instead, I held back from saying anything to Garret, letting him think Callan had scolded me. Callan had been right. As much as I hated to admit it, attacking another noble was punishable outside of a duel. If Garret wanted to, he could easily accuse me of attacking him, and the likelihood of my side being believed against him was slim. Without a witness, it was possible I would be framed in a trial again.

Sleep did not come easy as I lay in the tent beside Teresa. She grumbled as she shuffled, trying to find comfort on the bumpy ground. I looked at her nose twitch as she dreamt peacefully; we would likely reach Zromore, the Capital tomorrow. It will be the end of this march.

I sighed, shifting my gaze to the fabric of our tent, blocking the stars from view. The darkness in the tent mirrored the conflict in my heart. The night was quiet, interrupted only by Garret's snores from his nearby tent.

As I stared at the fabric above me, my thoughts wandered to the uncertainties that awaited in Zromore. The Capital was a mysterious place to me; I wonder if it's anything like Talbour? I know it's where the politics of Zopan is centred, where Roger, my brothers and even Kara have gone in the past. Roger had always said the Capital was where nobles made alliances with other houses, where social etiquette was followed strictly and the centre of power of the empire. It was where the Empress resided, where Summoners trained. It was also where I would truly learn what it meant to be a soldier in the Zopan Army.

I sighed. I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Garret would not let things rest. He had always been one to hold grudges, and the incident today had surely fuelled his desire for control. He wasn't going to accept my refusal to marry him. Even my scandal with Lord Hudson hadn't stopped him. I must remain cautious of him and try to avoid him as best as possible.

Callan's change in attitude added another layer of complexity. His words of remorse and his promise to be a better brother seemed genuine, but it puzzled me. It was hard to trust him after the pain he had caused in the past. He had lied so easily once I couldn't be sure he wouldn't do so again. I couldn't blindly rely on him, not yet. He was too volatile; our past had taught me that much. Even if he did want to help with my problem with Garret, there wasn't much he could do. He has no authority over my marriage. Only Roger could make that decision, but first and foremost, I have to prevent my blood contract from being annulled.

Eduard will likely present Rogers's letter for annulment quickly; he has made it clear he doesn't think I am suitable for the Army. Preventing the annulment has to be my priority; Vishka wants me on this path. I don't know if I am suitable for training or even battle, but at least being a soldier will grant me some of my independence from my family's control of my life.

I rolled to my side, attempting to find a more comfortable position in the tent. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, hoping that slumber would eventually find me. The tent's darkness embraced me as I prepared to embark on a new chapter of my journey filled with intrigue, danger, and the relentless pursuit of my own path.

***

We marched in even rows through the farmland of Zromore's lands. The rhythmic sound of our footsteps resonated through the air as we marched in unison. The landscape stretched out before us, painted in shades of green and gold, with the fertile fields of wheat swaying gently in the breeze.

As we pressed forward, the towering gates of the Capital came into view, standing tall and imposing. The gates dwarfed Talbour's; my eyes widened at the sight. Their grandeur hinted at the city's significance beyond, where power and influence converged. Where the Empress held court, the hub for Summoners and the training ground for soldiers like me amassed. Each step brought us closer, and anticipation coursed through the trainees like an electric current.

The transition from farmland to the environs surrounding Oran Lake marked a subtle shift in the scenery. The golden waves of wheat fields gradually receded, unveiling the glistening expanse of the lake. Its calm waters mirrored the sky above, creating a serene tableau amidst approaching urban life.

The shimmering presence of Oran Lake offered a brief respite from the march, a momentary escape from the uncertainties that plagued my thoughts. The tranquil beauty of nature served as a reminder of the harmony that could exist amidst the world's turmoil. I spotted a small cluster of bodies by the lake's water, their brown fur and slender bodies scurrying into the water at our approach. If I had to guess, the aquatic creatures looked like otter demonic beasts.

Our attention was drawn back to the imminent arrival at the Capital. The gates loomed larger with every step, their significance growing more palpable. We readied ourselves, both physically and mentally, for what lay ahead—the challenges, the opportunities, and the revelations that awaited us within the walls of Zromore, the heart of political power in Zopan. Teresa thrummed with energy as she excitedly gazed at the gates; Harold subtly smiled beside me as Garret breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

As we marched onward, anticipation mingled with apprehension, forming a heady blend of emotions. The journey through the farmlands and the sight of the Capital's imposing gates served as a poignant reminder that we were on the cusp of a new chapter—one where the fate of individuals and nations intertwined and where the true test of our mettle would begin.

A horn blasted, and Lieutenant Cragborn raised his hand for us to slow to a stop as we reached the gates that stretched far into the sky. He turned to face us, his voice cutting through the air, demanding our focus.

"Alright, ready up." He shouted, and a wave of anticipation rippled through our ranks. "In a moment, we will be entering Zromore. For many of you, this will be your first time at the Capital," he continued. "As per tradition, the citizens will greet our return with a parade, much like Talbour does."

Teresa couldn't contain her excitement, her grin beaming, "How thrilling! I've never been in a parade before," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable.

Lieutenant Cragborn's glare silenced her immediately. "Quiet!" he barked, and Teresa shrank back, holding my hand. The seriousness of the moment settled upon us.

"As I was saying," Lieutenant Cragborn narrowed his eyes, ensuring disciple among the trainees. "The Brigade will reorganise into formations of affinity for the parade. Meanwhile, the Capital will send out the instrumental guard for our entrance. As Trainees, you will be stationed behind the foot guard. I expect you all to be on your best behaviour, remain in your rows, and greet the citizens as future upstanding members of the Army. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir!" We saluted in union, our voices filled with determination.

"Good. Now follow me to your positions," Lieutenant Cragborn commanded, and we fell into line behind him, marching with purpose toward our designated places. My stomach fluttered with nerves as we prepared to make our grand entrance with the brigade.

The brigade quickly fell apart from our former formation; rank was mixed as Summoners gathered with their matching affinities. The first squad formed of Fire Summoners, the second squad was Earth, the third was the Water Summoners and the fourth was the Wind Summoners. Behind them formed a foot-guard unit, albeit smaller than the group we had left Talbour with. Finally, at the very back, were we Trainees. I tried to see if I could spot Eduard or Callan, but the many bodies of the Wind Summoners and Foot-guards in front of me blocked any chance of that happening.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned to find Rian leaning toward me.

"Hey, are you nervous?" Rian asked in a hushed tone as we stood waiting for the signal for the parade to begin.

"A little. Is it that obvious?" I hesitantly smiled, clutching my backpack tightly.

"A little", Rian smiled. "Don't worry too much; I doubt anyone will pay much attention to us."

"You think?" Teresa whispered, glancing toward Harold, who appeared calm and composed compared to us. His focus was fixed on Lieutenant Cragborn's back.

"Would you care much about a bunch of Trainees compared to the Summoners?" Rian raised an eyebrow at Teresa.

Teresa blinked, considering Rian's words. "Well, I suppose you have a point", she muttered reluctantly.

"We're just here to show the Army is training new recruits for the future. Our role is more symbolic than anything else." Rian shrugged rather calmly.

"I-I'm still nervous", a quiet voice to Rian's left made me shift my gaze. Lacey Weadall meekly stepped closer to Rian, her blue gaze shaking as she tucked some of her auburn hair behind her ear.

A snort on Rian's right made me frown. "Listen to Lady Thornfax, Lady Weadall; if you can't handle a parade, then how can you handle being a Summoner? You can't even hold a weapon without flinching" Kit Balburn rolled his light brown eyes as he tucked his shirt neatly around his plump belly.

"I-I want to be a researcher", Lacey whispered in response to Kit's comment, her voice barely audible. Her hands trembled slightly, betraying her nervousness.

Rian's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Lacey's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to pursue a different path, Lacey. Not everyone has to be a frontline Summoner. Research is crucial to advancing our understanding of Aether and its applications."

Teresa nodded in agreement, offering Lacey a comforting smile. "Exactly. Each of us has our own strengths and aspirations. Whether you're on the front lines or behind the scenes, every role contributes to the greater cause."

Lacey's eyes brightened a little, finding solace in their supportive words. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Of course, you would say that Lady Thornfax, your aim is to become an Enchanter." Kit sighed. "True power comes from the front lines; you will have to learn to fight at some point. It's an essential part of being in the Army. You can't hide from it."

"It is a requirement," Harold spoke, nodding to Kit's words. "All Trainees must learn to fight."

Lacey paled. "I-I will do my best," she said, unconfident.

"I await the day you successfully defend yourself in battle", Garret sniggered.

I saw Rian's grip tightening on Lacey's shoulder as she shot Garret and Kit a disapproving look. I also glared at Garret as he spoke with that sickening voice of his.

"That's enough, Garret" I narrowed my eyes at his frowning face. "You too, Kit. Everyone here will go through the necessary training to defend themselves and contribute to the Army and Zopan."

"Lady Heversham, what pray tell will you contribute? Some herbs? Your Core is pitiful. The Army doesn't need a Crazy Cerue to ruin their reputation," Kit Balburn snarled defensively.

"I wouldn't worry, Lord Balburn, Lady Heversham will be returning with me to Talbour at the next outing", Garret smirked at me.

"I still do not understand why you want to marry her", Kit sighed. "Far better women don't cause such drama out there."

My patience wore thin at Garrets and Kit's remarks.

"If you truly do not want to see how I got my reputation, I suggest you stop being so narrow-minded, Lord Balburn." I retorted, feeling my emotions stir. For how long will I have to put up with such prejudice from the nobles of Talbour? "I would be happy to demonstrate what some herbs can do if you like? Perhaps I could introduce you to one of my Angel shrooms?"

Rian's lips upturned at my comment. "Oh, I don't think he deserves that, Lynette."

"I beg to differ", Teresa huffed. "Can I be the one to do it?" She eagerly looked at my backpack where the paralysis mushroom resided.

The tension in the air grew thicker as Teresa's suggestion hung between us. Garret and Kit exchanged wary glances, realising the threat of my words. Lacey, who had been quiet throughout the exchange, seemed taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

Before anyone could react further, a voice boomed from behind us, cutting through the mounting hostility.

"That is enough!" Lieutenant Cragborn's stern command echoed, capturing everyone's attention.

We all stilled and quickly turned to face the Lieutenant, straightening our postures. Lieutenant Cragborn, his tall and imposing figure with bright red hair, made his way toward us, his expression a mixture of disappointment and disapproval.

"Lady Heversham, it is not becoming of a Trainee to engage in quarrels with fellow recruits," Lieutenant Cragborn reprimanded firmly. "Your duty is to represent the Army and uphold its values, not to indulge in personal disputes."

I lowered my gaze, biting my lip from saying something I would regret. While Garret and Kit had provoked me with their derogatory comments, I had allowed my emotions to dictate my response.

"I apologise, Lieutenant," I said, my voice strained. "I allowed myself to be carried away. It won't happen again."

Lieutenant Cragborn's stern expression softened slightly. "See that it doesn't," he replied firmly. "The Army is a team, and unity is paramount. Respect for one another's chosen paths and contributions is vital for our success."

He turned his gaze toward Garret and Kit, his voice laced with authority. "As for both of you, Lord Balburn and Lord Asher, I expect better behaviour from nobles who represent the highest ideals of our society. Disparaging remarks and belittling fellow Trainees are not befitting of your station. You will show respect and support for your fellow comrades or face the consequences."

Garret and Kit exchanged glances once again, their smirks replaced by uneasy expressions. They nodded in acknowledgement. However, their glares towards me as soon as the Lieutenant looked away at the sound of a familiar horn were hard to miss.

"Alright, stay in line, Trainees", Lieutenant Cragborn's voice raised so all of the Trainees could hear him. "The Parade is beginning", he announced as the sound of drums began to beat.