The woman stared at the sword sitting in its scabbard. Alexander bowed his head low, with his arms outstretched. In his hands lay the sword she had eyed earlier.
Darius had vanished with General Silas to gods knew where. Alexander, the Commander, had brought her to one of the buildings that were part of the resting quarters.
"My lady, please wait here for me," Alexander said, his boots crunching against the gravel as he scurried behind one of the buildings.
Serena laced her fingers together and cast her gaze toward the treeline. She had noticed more wolves than the previous day. It would not have struck her as strange, if not for the fact that they were mostly idle. She bit her lip, lost in thought.
"I am back," Alexander announced, with a sword in its brown scabbard.
Serena focused on the sword and noticed the golden hilt. It was the one from the armoury that she had held. The man stepped closer and presented the weapon to her.
