As soon as they were sufficiently close to the walls of his birth city for the guards at the top of the vigilance tower to spot the two travelers hiking up the scarped mountain, Kholut had instinctively braced himself for what he knew was coming next. His steps becoming a little vacillating as they approached the gates.
The mixture of contradicting emotions oozing from her mother's irises made the Nevarehan prince wince as he walked slowly towards her.
Concern was clearly the predominant sentiment that the monarch felt, closely followed by a clear sense of disappointment… not in him, but in his traveling mate, whose presence had been received with Favena's deadliest of stares.
-Kholut! – The ruler exclaimed as she rushed down the stairs of the foyer and pulled him into a crushing embra
