Kingdom of Ash

here. Taken a moment.
Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder. “We
will face them together. Maeve and Erawan.”
“And the hundred thousand soldiers
marching on Orynth?”
“Together, Fireheart,” was all he said.
She found only centuries of training and
cool calculation within his face. That
unbreakable will.
She rested her head against his shoulder,
her temple digging into the light armor. “Will
we make it? Will there be anything left at
all?”
He brushed the hair from her face. “We
will try. That is the best we can do.” The
words of a commander who had walked on
and off killing fields for centuries.
He joined their hands, and together they
gazed at the army below. The shred of
salvation it offered.