LOGINLucian's POV"It was not meant to be reassuring," Kane said. "Only honest. I have dealt with that particular discomfort for years now. You are simply the newest member of a very old group.""What exactly is it about him," I asked, "that earns such long standing suspicion? You speak like a man who has had years to build the case.""Years," Kane confirmed. "We came up through the ranks together, Thane and I. Same training grounds, same battles, more than once standing shoulder to shoulder against the same enemy. And through all of it, something about him never sat right with me.""Specifics," I pressed. "What does that mean, exactly.""He smiles too easily after losses," Kane said slowly, as though turning the thought over carefully before speaking it aloud. "Most warriors grieve fallen men. Thane calculates what their deaths mean for his own standing instead.""That is a dangerous man to have commanding part of this force," I said."It is," Kane agreed. "Which is exactly why I watch hi
Lucian's POVThe wind cut sharp across the cliff's edge, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Below us, the land stretched out in uneven folds, dark forest giving way to open fields, and beyond that, the first signs of Eastern territory, smoke rising faintly from what I guessed were outlying villages.Kane stood beside me, his arms crossed, studying the terrain with the same careful attention I was giving it. Four other warriors stood a short distance behind us, quiet, watchful, waiting."We are finally at the border," Kane said, his eyes sweeping across the valley below. "Between the East and the North.""This is it," I said."Once we cross this cliff," Kane continued, "we will be on their lands. No turning back from that point.""There was no turning back the moment we left camp," I said."True enough," Kane admitted. "Though crossing this line makes it feel different somehow. More final. This is further than I expected to see this soon," he said, his breath fogging in the c
Elara's POVThe camp outside buzzed with activity, warriors gathering supplies, checking weapons, tightening straps on wagons loaded with grain and medical stores. I made my way toward the group of women gathered near the edge of camp, Sable and Brenna already among them, bundling cloaks and packs for the march ahead."There you are," Fenwick called out as I approached, his voice carrying over the noise. "Nice of you to join us, Elara."I rolled my eyes, setting down my own pack beside the others. "I have other responsibilities, Fenwick.""Yes," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Satisfying the Southern prince, from what I hear."A ripple of laughter passed through the women nearby, and heat rushed immediately to my cheeks."At least someone around here is satisfied with something," I shot back, unable to resist, and the laughter grew louder, even Fenwick chuckling despite himself."Fair enough," he said, shaking his head, still grinning as he turned back toward his own t
Elara's POVMorning light filtered weakly through the tent walls, pale and gray, the kind of light that promised snow before the day was through. Lucian stood near the center of the tent, pulling a thick leather tunic over his head, the unfamiliar Northern armor sitting stiffly across his shoulders."This is absurd," he muttered, tugging at the collar. "Your armor is built for men twice my width.""It is built for warmth first," I said, watching him struggle. "Strategy second.""There is no strategy in freezing to death because the collar will not sit properly," Lucian said, still pulling at it.I shook my head. "Stop pulling at it," I said. "You are only making it worse."Lucian paused to glare at me. "I am trying to make it sit correctly," he said. "It refuses to cooperate.""It refuses because you keep fighting it like it is an enemy," I said. "It is a collar, Lucian, not a Northern warrior.""At this point I am not convinced there is a difference," he muttered, still tugging.I c
Elara's POVBefore Thane could respond, Lucian's hand closed around his wrist, pulling his grip free from mine with controlled, forceful precision. He stepped between us immediately, placing himself squarely in front of me, his shoulders squared toward Thane now."Careful," Thane said, something darker slipping into his tone despite the smile still fixed on his face. "You forget your place, Southern prince. You are a prisoner here. I am a warlord who answers directly to the King.""And yet here you stand," Lucian said evenly, "with your hand on a woman who clearly asked you to let go. That has nothing to do with rank, warlord. That has to do with decency, which you seem to be sorely lacking."Thane's eyes narrowed slightly. "You would do well to remember exactly how little power you hold in this camp.""And you would do well to remember," Lucian said, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous now, "that I have already proven myself useful enough to this King that he listens to my couns
Elara's POV I said nothing further, turning back to my work, though my hands moved with less focus now, my mind still caught on the strange weight of what I had just learned.A few minutes later, I heard Thane's voice closer than before, saying something to Fenwick, a hand clasping the older man's shoulder briefly before he turned and began walking directly toward me.My stomach tightened."Elara," he said, stopping a short distance away, his voice smooth, almost pleasant. "Might I have a word?"I straightened slowly, surprised. We had exchanged greetings before, nothing more, the kind of polite nothing that passed between people who moved in the same circles without ever truly speaking. I could think of nothing we might have to discuss."Of course," I said, though uncertainty colored my tone.He gestured toward the tent flap, and I followed him outside, not wanting to make a scene by refusing in front of the others, though something uneasy twisted in my chest with every step that ca





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