October 23, 1345.
Cassidy's Fort,
The Queen's Mound,
Imras.
King Hayden of Imras
As Hayden crossed from the rocky mountainous terrain of the Western Mountain range into the smooth grassy floors of North Walsham, he couldn't help the breath of relief that escaped his chest.
Their ride from Imras was anything but smooth and he was only glad he had been able to get Alyn out of harms way.
The battle to the death had taken a toll on him and even now as they continued their ride to intercept Khasi's army from Shiv'ra, the anticipation of the battle to come didn't help ease his weariness.
He couldn't wait for the whole ordeal to be over so life could go back to how it had previously been albeit with slight barriers to his freedom now that he was king.
