Darius had ridden out of the castle well before the first light spilled across the horizon. The cold bit at his cheeks and the wind clawed at his cloak, but he welcomed the solitude. He was alone, it was faster that way. He had instructed one of his staff to give the letter he had written for Serena before he left.
To him now, Serena was a high-ranked delegate and would be treated as such. Invitations and notices would be given by letter to her officially.
Darius tightened the reins, his horse responding with a soft huff and quicker steps. The border inspections had become more frequent. After the attacks they had been dealing with, Darius was in no position to take any chances. The delegate of Dawnbreak arriving here was a crucial event, and there was to be no mistakes.
