The nights in the desert were cold—the market were now being closed up as the citizens of the kingdom had now head home to live another day.

The cold sand brushed against Palmys‘ feet as he walked through the desolate and empty market. The moon was high as the young man quickly tread through the market and made it to a house.

Where he shares a home with you.

Palmys came home but the only thing is. He was bruised up and bloody from the fight he had just before. This was normal.