What a pity, is her first thought. For the endless blues rolling into grays and muted gold, the hushed breath of wind and high pitched rings pealing from the waves made a stunning first view of Silla. To think such beauty is anything but a veil for power hungry machinations, a brewing war and malice hidden behind family ties…
The breeze is salty, the winter weathered and not yet fully waned from summer. Sunlight played across Woo's coat in beams of silver that reminded her of Seo's eyes. The thought aches in her heart and her fingers curl around Woo's reins, unintentionally urging the mare into a gallop.
