12 VEROLA

~General Mica's residence Atkins~

In the chief General's residence. A blonde lady with light brown eyes is seated in her bedroom. She recalls the sight of a man peeping at her the previous night.

"I hope he didn't see our faces ." She had said this out loud. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't know when Miller her guard had walked in.

"Whose faces miss?" Her guard asked. She was just a little taller than her mistress. She was about 18 years old. She had dark eyes and long dark hair which she had tied to a bun. Her curve was still evident despite putting on her military outfit. It wasn't so much but it suited her perfectly. She had quite a bond with her mistress as they both grew up together. Her father was one of the general soldiers but passed on 10 years ago. Since then the general took her under his control. She had learned how to wield a sword from the General himself. When she had finished she decided to be her friend's bodyguard. It wasn't payment enough for all the general had done for her family but at least it was better than doing nothing.

Her mistress Verola was the only daughter of the chief General of Atkins. Her mother had passed on during her birth. So this made her the general's only family. She was 17 years of age and was the one who had defeated the leader of the gang the previous night. She was about 5'5 in height and probably looked taller that night due to her boots. She stood up from her seat and walked towards Miller swaying her hips. Verola was quite curvaceous. She had both hips and butt, this often made men get attracted to her easily. It was like a plus to her extreme beauty.

She walked up to her friend who looked concerned.

"Nothing serious, I just remembered seeing a face yesterday during our encounter with those thugs." She walked backward a bit before returning her gaze to her friend.

"Whose face miss?" Miller asked.

"I've told you to stop calling me that. I am your friend Verola, so please quit the titles. Okay?" She didn't like her friend calling her with titles and so much respect.

"But you.."

"But nothing." She cut in on her.

"Pls, it makes me feel sad so stop! Pls stop." She continued.

"Okay miss." She repeated it once more. This instantly caught Verola's attention who gave her a displeasing look.

"Oh.. I'm sorry. Okay, Verola." She corrected herself almost immediately.

"Better."

"Is father back from the palace?" She added.

"No."

"You had said something about seeing a face earlier." Miller was quite inquisitive to know if they had been caught the previous day.

She had constantly been warning her friend to stop the habit but Verola wouldn't just listen. She had made it a regular habit to disguise and go off to the local streets and market.

"You know if the general finds out about this it would mean big trouble right?" She added.

"Don't worry he can't find out. Moreover, the person didn't see my face nor did he know my identity. So just relax. Everything is going to be alright." She replied. This kind of eased the already tensioned Miller.

"Wanna get something to eat? I'm famished." Miller said walking away. On getting to the entrance, she turned and looked at her friend gesturing for her to come with her.

"Oh yeah, let's go grab something." Verola got up and went along with her friend.

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