93 Rest Before the Rise

“I want us to leave here as soon as possible father,” Gavadiol told his father a few days later at breakfast. It was funny to him how everyone was always talking about leaving and all of that but no one was actually getting up. “I hear you Gavadiol,” the old man drawled lazily. “I mean,” the prince continued urgently. “You were the one who told me that it wasn't healthy for me to stay here long. Before someone stabs me in the back.” “Just relax,” Sorrentino said again, not moving. “Dad, are you getting lazy?” He shot an eyebrow up. “I am not my son. Just relax. A war is not fought by rushing.” But the younger man jumped to his feet. “I don't trust you to get the job done dad.” He said, eyeing his father suspiciously. “I think you're getting too comfortable in this place.” Sorrentino threw back his head and laughed. “You know what son, you're right.” He pulled out his sword and stared at it like he had never seen it before. “The truth is, I don't want to leave this place. If