"I carried silence like a blade, and every step I took away from my son was a vow to return, and to make them regret trying to steal my fate."
The road to the Emerald Gulf wound like a silver thread through the spine of the Fae lands, bordered by whispering woods and glimmering rivers that shimmered under the light of a waning moon. I rode beside General Kalion in the velvet silence of dusk, cloaked in stillness, my every breath measured, every word chosen. He had not said much since we left. That told me enough.
The carriage was too ornate for a mere summons. Its sigils glowed faintly with veiled magic binding spells, likely, and wards that could prevent tracking or escape if activated. Kalion's gaze flicked to me now and then, unreadable behind his polished exterior, as if trying to see what I already knew.
