"Toasty warm!" Victoria runs in with a scarf made out of fire.
Keeghan ducks the fire scarf. âDear Emperor Lieutenant! What the hell are you thinking? Iâm not even in your regiment. Dismiss yourself, I expect more from the glorious blood of Cadia.â The Colonel glares at her with a deep displeasure. Then points at the door.
She mutters in a sad tone of voice. âToasty warm.â She pouts and walks away in a sad manner with her scarf made out of fire.



















