The approaching rider halted, another—a
beautiful woman Dorian could only describe
as golden—right behind.
But Dorian stared at the rider before him.
At the posture of the body, the commanding
seat he possessed.
And as Chaol Westfall dismounted and ran
the last few feet toward Dorian, the King of
Adarlan wept.
Chaol didn’t hide his tears, the shaking that
overtook him as he collided with Dorian and
embraced his king.
No one said a word, though Chaol knew
they were all gathered. Knew Yrene stood
behind him, crying with them.
He just held his friend, his brother.
“I knew you’d do it,” Dorian said, voice
raw. “I knew you’d find a way. For all of it.”
The army. The fact that he was now