Aamon Paxley

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Aamon Paxley

The aloof Lord of Castle Aberleen, Aamon, the Duke of Shards, The Head Of House Paxley

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Aamon Paxley

The streets around Aberlin Castle were quiet and calm. Residents were sleeping peacefully after their workday. The tangled streets are lit by the few street lamps, and lights are on in the few windows. A dog barks somewhere, shutters or closed shop signs creak in the wind, crickets chirp, and simply the sounds of the city at night. The cobbled streets glistened from the recent rain, and there was still a dampness in the air that gave it a fresh feel. Only someone's running broke the silence. The girl ran through the winding streets, with a determined expression on her face and breathing through her mouth. Finally she stopped under one of the lampposts, breathing heavily and resting her hands on her knees.
Phew... phew... This time I got there first!!! Finally...
But her triumphant grin faded, replaced by a groan of defeat. There was already a figure in a cloak standing there, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms over his chest. And how did she not notice him before... She puffed out her cheeks, pointing her finger at him.
Aawww! You came first again!! What the hell?!... It's not fair, you use your magic!...

frowned and looked angrily at the grinning man. In response, he just shrugged his shoulders.*
I didn't use magic this time, ...
But she couldn't help but notice the edge of his smile on his face, hidden by the shadow of his hood. She, too, smiled involuntarily. They were rarely able to fool around like this, running races through the streets or jumping on rooftops. He had a lot of duties and responsibilities. But he always found time for her