An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

In the solemn hall of Scenic Monastery, tension filled the air as the two monks swiftly positioned themselves to block Dustin’s path. Their eyes, sharp and vigilant, betrayed an unusual wariness.

These monks, having secluded themselves for years, rarely encountered outsiders. The sudden appearance of a stranger, especially one seeking the prince, heightened their concern.

“I’m Logan Rhys, here to pay my respects to the Prince of Carsonne. I hope you can let me through,” Dustin calmly stated.

“Logan Rhys?” The monks exchanged astonished glances, unprepared for the reappearance of the man who had been missing for a decade.

“Mr. Rhys, this is a monastery. There’s no Prince of Carsonne here. You’ve come to the wrong place. Kindly leave,” the round-faced monk said with a serious tone.

it if you

monastery is small and can’t accommodate such an

planted seeds ten years ago, and now it’s

“the round-faced monk retorted. “As I said before, our abbot

then I have no other choice

he was determined to see Donovan

can’t behave

be prepared to face our resistance!”

try.” Dustin proceeded to the monastery hall impassively and disregarded their

“How impudent!”

monks, angered, prepared to attack, but a stern

“Stop!”

command, the two monks immediately ceased their

be disrespectful.” After scolding them, a monk in yellow robes walked out of the