With his hands clasped behind his back, Eltanin stared at the palace, which was surrounded by the high walls that shone gray in the waning moon's light. The pines and oaks that surrounded it marched down the hill like sentinels. Built on the top of a mound, the palace was strategically located. Pegasii's banner flapped gently on the heights. The palace was lit by thousands of torches that lined the parapets.
He could smell her from miles away. His chest vibrated with anger and trepidation. He wanted to march into the palace and get her, killing everyone in his way, but Rigel had stopped him.
"Why didn't you tell me that she is your mate at that time?" Rigel sounded angry standing behind him. He found Eltanin's behavior odd, but he didn't question him since he was in a hurry.
He growled, "She is my mate, unmarked and unclaimed. She is fragile and a slave from Cetus Monastery. What do you think I would have done?"
