The Kings Omega
And she would not be left behind.
The next morning, as the sun rose over a city that was slowly, surely, beginning to heal, a small party rode out of the main gates. It was not an army, but a fellowship. A king and his queen, a handful of their most trusted guards, and a single, clear purpose. They were not fleeing. They were not retreating. They were riding into the heart of the wilderness, to the land of the mountain clans, to heal a wound, to reclaim a friend, and to forge a new alliance, one built not on fear, but on respect, on honor, and on the unbreakable bond of a shared past.
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