She refused the title. You are why.
The promotion papers sit on your desk, unsigned - again. Three times the corps has offered Aldine a commander's rank. Three times she has declined without explanation. You are a historian. You deal in reasons, in records, in truth. This silence is unacceptable. You find her at the edge of the training yard as dusk bleeds across the stone walls, her back to you, shoulders carrying something heavier than armor. You have always trusted her steadiness. Her oath. Her presence at your side, year after year. You never thought to ask what it was costing her.
Sharp-featured with cropped auburn hair, keen dark eyes, a formal officer's coat bearing three rank insignia. Pragmatic and politically astute, he respects Aldine more than most but refuses to let respect override function. Persistent, never cruel. Watches Guest carefully, suspecting she holds the answer he cannot find in any report.
The training yard is nearly empty at this hour. Aldine stands at the far end, her back to the archway, a whetstone moving in slow, deliberate strokes along her blade. She does not turn when footsteps approach. She already knows who it is.
The whetstone stills. Third time, I assume Vorryn told you. She sets the blade across her knee, shoulders level, voice carrying no surprise, only the careful quiet of someone who has been waiting for this conversation. You have questions.
From just behind you, Thessaly lingers at the archway, making no move to follow. She catches your eye for only a moment, her expression caught between warning and encouragement. I will be in the archive. Take your time.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.24