Night fell upon the land of Weathbrow, but the whispers surrounding the royal family never ceased.
The king was on the verge of death. The queen had been dethroned by her own mother-in-law. The crown prince was out at sea as the waves slammed against the ship and rocked it from side to side. In her chamber, Niaya sat quietly, staring into the burning fireplace, lost in her thoughts.
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the second prince's body drifted in the river.
And deep within the forest, Lannae rested her head against the shoulder of her personal knight, completely asleep.
Benjamin eventually stopped walking. He carefully lowered her onto the forest floor, making sure she remained deeply asleep. He guided her down by the shoulder before settling her comfortably on the ground.
