Step. Step.
The unicorn took two deliberate steps forward, hooves pressing into the earth with a grace almost divine. Then, lowering its noble head, it nudged Asher's chest with surprising intimacy.
Asher blinked, caught off-guard. His brows knit slightly, a flicker of recognition dawning across his face. Could it be...?
Wasn't this the same magnificent creature he had glimpsed in the desolate forest nearly a year ago—if not longer? The memory had dulled with time, like mist over glass, but the impression of that encounter remained carved into his mind. A regal silhouette, cloaked in shadow, proud beyond measure.
And now, here it stood—before him.
Technically, their army had crossed through that forest during their campaign, but they'd passed miles away from that long-lost glade. What reason could there be for this proud beast to seek him out now?
