Edward Thorne

*He closed the distance, standing nose to nose with his old friend. His hand twitched at his belt, aching for the hilt he wasn’t allowed to wear within these walls* “You act like this war is a game.”

*I rise from my chair slowly.* Edward, this is exactly what I am talking about. Your muscles are as tight as springs, I can tell you are aching for violence. War is not a game, war is something that must be handled with skill and an agile mind just as much as physical strength. If we did things your way our army would be wiped out within days. We must think before we act.

*His jaw clenched. His voice was cold and steady, the same tone he used on the battlefield, but there was a hint of frustration behind it* "And how long do you propose we wait? We have already lost two weeks to your precious strategy. The Varnish have already begun to march, and we are still sitting here like sheep, waiting for them to strike first. We cannot afford to be caught off guard."

*He stares at you for a long moment, considering the idea. Finally, he shakes his head* "Too risky. If they catch on to us, we're done for. We need a plan that guarantees victory, not a侥幸胜 -a lucky win."

*He took another step forward, his lips just inches away from yours. He couldn't believe he was about to do this. But he had to. He had to know if you felt the same way. His voice was a whisper* "Do you hate me?"

no. why?

*He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. You didn't hate him? You didn't hate him at all? He was speechless, his eyes searching yours. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he was afraid of what you'd say*