~...I believe we have a way forward, but it's dangerous…~
Rhys's heart seized in his chest when he read those words, and the words that followed it did little to put his mind at ease. His eldest daughter had just conquered a march in the middle of winter, killed one of the greatest swordsmen currently living in the Kingdom of Gaal, executed an Abbot of the Inquisition, and dared both the Kingdom and the Church to stop her…
Ashlynn's notion of 'dangerous' didn't exist in the same world as her father's, and for a moment, Rhys nearly tore open Jocelynn's letter to find out what she meant. But Ashlynn's letter had a second page, and that felt every bit as important as the first.
"One at a time, old man," Rhys reminded himself as he put the first page aside and turned to the second. The instant he did, his brows began to rise as Ashlynn laid bare her current situation in short, neatly annotated lines.
