[OBREN]
The evening had been one they hadn't anticipated, much less one they could have counted on to get them to the Obren borders. And yet they were certain that they would never be able to forget no matter what happened along the way.
They had worked so hard to make their home a good place and as the brothers rode their horses into the sunset that was Obren, they could only wish that things would be alright.
The magic wall that separated Obren and Drarun wasn't that hard to cross for the vampires, given that all that was needed was a lost heartbeat to get through.
King Nathaniel thought back to the times when all he could do was just sit and rule the people of Drarun; now the one thing that mattered to him was his anger and vengeance.
Maybe that made him a terrible King, but then he had never claimed to be the bastion of temperance; this wasn't what he had worked so hard for anyway.
