Night, dressed and ready for another day at work dealing with the mixed breeds of the country which, their Chief controlled and his word and hatred being passed through the military lead by the dragons. Day by day, the blood on his hands seeping into the leather gloves making him wonder what his fate would be if they ever found out that his mixed slave Misei had become his lover.

The blood would be unavoidable.

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Night belongs to me.