”“True, but with him all the impression he gave was like a cat observing a mouse. I just avoided him if possible, whilst Gilles would often turn u... on anything I was doing to get ‘touchy, feely’ with me,” she replied.“What exactly did the Coalition do when they weren’t actively undermining the Council?” I asked out of curiosity.“We kept an eye on politicians and the court mostly. The underlings, as Father called them, were tasked with suppressing dissent and rebellion.”“As well as attacking. The men and horses didn't like this at all but they did stay. Some walked forward to give a bit more warning. All of them stayed out of the line of fire of the cannons though.Leather covers went over the back portion of the cannon to keep out rain. Powder from the carts went in and was rammed home then grapeshot loaded. More powder was poured down the small hole and in the pan above.Jón called out, "Number two gun, fire." This was the one pointing to the north. The rope was burning but the. “I’m glad to finally meet you,” Mrs. Wilson says shaking my hand. “I am so sorry they cut the football program. You are an amazing football player. You have the ability to play college ball and then pro.”“Thank you,” I say. “That means a lot, however my football career is over since I’m in this school.”“Well, I’m sure my husband will teach you martial arts. And maybe we can find another sport for you,” she says as she hugs me and walks away.I see Martina walking to her next class, which is also. Fresh bruises courtesy of the guards present even on her face. Silver eyes returned my gaze as I crossed the prison chamber. I was taken aback that even in this condition, she seemed calm and unfazed. How many injuries couldn’t I see? Thick, heavy chains bound her to the center of the room leading to clasps around her forearms. The simple white outfit of a prisoner adorning her luscious frame. With a giggle, she nodded. Her voice was soft, sensuous and playful in my ears, “Indeed. And what.