“Don’t worry, he isn’t as scary as they say,” a familiar voice said from my side. General Macilin, one of my father’s fellow generals during the war, stood beside me. Out of the group, he was the one person I personally knew. His wife and children had joined us for many dinners in the past and he had a son similar in age to me. Growing up, our parents had joked that one day we would end up married. I never agreed. Levi Macilin was good looking, but he had almost no personality. It was impossible to hold a conversation with him. “I’m not worried,” I assured, trying not to say otherwise with my
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