Jarvis let out a sigh of relief. In all his years serving House Brightwater, this had to be the most extra, unnecessary, uncalled-for amount of trouble he had ever experienced.
He glanced at Damon, who was lying there with a smile on his lips and blood streaked across his mouth.
The place was now damaged.
"She really didn't kill us..."
This surprised Jarvis. Seras Blade may have seemed like a playful woman, but she was war.
Perhaps from the distance, when men observed war from a place of comfort and safety, it looked grand, epic, and glorious. Bonds are forged, enemies are slain, and heroes are born.
But that was not the nature of war. It was horrible and vile, filled with death, disease, and famine. Lives were destroyed, families broken, men killed, women raped, and children... those who survived carried that hatred, passing it in their blood from one generation to the next.
"People may forget their grudges but wars never end."
