The evening wind was cool and calming.
Two days had passed since Nero woke up in Lyon's infirmary.
After two days of rest and allowing his mind to finish healing from the damages it had endured, Nero felt much better. His physical injuries might as well have never even existed as there was not even a single scratch left on him.
Standing outside the gates of the enormous estate, Nero felt like he would better belong cleaning the gutters or trimming the hedge fences. There was absolutely no way he could attend as a guest. Seeing the steady stream of well dressed guests entering through the gates, Nero stood transfixed to the spot.
Arthur Koh had said he owed him a drink, and Lyon had been very clear about what ignoring that invitation would mean. So here Nero stood, outside the gates of the Lord of the City's estate at the center of Liedenstorm, wearing the cleanest clothes he owned and feeling profoundly out of place.
