the day throbbing.
He wouldn’t abandon this army, though.
Not as some of the others were murmuring.
Even with Prince Aedion stripped of his title,
even with their queen gone, he wouldn’t
abandon this army.
He had sworn an oath to protect Terrasen.
To protect his family. He’d hold to it.
Even if he now knew he’d never see them
again.
Snow was still falling when they renewed
their flight.
It fell for the next two days, chasing them
northward for each long mile.
Darrow’s decree had little bearing. Kyllian
outright refused to make any calls without
Aedion’s approval. Refused to don armor
fitting of his rank. Refused to take the war
tent.