They approached King Arhan’s regiment before noon the following day. After a quick meeting they immediately march out. No preamble. No goodbyes. Heck, Lucia even forgotten to talk to Azahra before she left. And now the poor woman was left alone in a horde of strangers. She felt so guilty.
But everything felt so surreal.
She's was so out of it that she looked at Lestor with bewilderment when he told her that the border was less than an hour away now. She looked up in daze, and saw banners flying along the front line of the soldiers horses, the pennants emblazoned with the arrow and bow silhouette, the crest of Elven Kingdom.
Surrounded by so many elves who’d made vows to the king to protect them, Lucia should have felt safer.
But she could not.
After coming down from the snowy mou
