Chapter 17: The Ambrose Legacy
The next morning, all Grim could do was think about how the day would go.
"Eat," Rowan said. "You'll need your strength."
"I'm not training today," Grim pointed out, pushing some egg around his plate. "You said I could rest."
"Mental strain can be just as bad as physical training," Rowan replied.
After what felt like an hour for Grim. Rowan stood up. "Come. It's time."
Grim got up from his chair. A little too quickly. Rowan looked at him for a second. Grim tried to compose himself, but his excitement made it hard to act normal.
"Where are we going?" he asked as they walked together.
"Somewhere private," Rowan said.
A plain white brick was pushed in by Rowan. Than the wall opened up. They descended a circular staircase. The air grew colder as they descended the staircase.
When they made it to the bottom of the staircase, they came to a big door. It was 20 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It was a golden door with the Ambrose crest on it. Rowan took a key from around his neck and unlocked it with a click sound was heard.
"This room has been sealed since our family's exile," Rowan explained, pushing the door open. "The Empress has wanted you to come here ever since you could hold a sword.