Kingdom of Ash

Antica, I am never leaving again.”
“No taste for adventure, sister?” Kashin
smiled faintly.
“Not when it’s in a frozen hell,” Hasar
grumbled.
Nesryn huffed a soft laugh, and Sartaq
slipped his arm around her shoulders. A
casual, careless bit of contact.
“We keep going,” Sartaq said. “All the way
to the walls of Orynth. We swore as much,
and we do not renege on our promises.”
Nesryn would have fallen in love with him
for that statement alone. She leaned into him,
savoring his warmth, in silent thanks.
“Then let us pray,” Kashin said, “that this
storm does not slow us so much that there’s
nothing left of Orynth to defend.”