Aideen stepped quietly outside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The cold, early morning wind nipped gently at her skin, sending tiny shivers coursing through her unprepared body.
She felt refreshed, despite the lingering weight of the secret meeting with Tillian and her uncle. Though long, her mind refused to settle, denying her the solace of rest. Thus, she left Taru nestled beside her husband, opting instead to wander the castle grounds, hoping to untangle the knots of her thoughts.
As she meandered along the snow-sprinkled pathways, her mind inevitably drifted toward the looming specter of war. Tillian would soon depart, venturing into the heart of conflict, risking his life daily on the battlefield.
