Faolan's journey from Brenden to Zarpha had been swift. Despite the exhaustion weighing on him, he barely allowed them rest on their way back. Though he didn't tell them, the convoy could feel the fear of what they had witnessed… the Shadow Court and the possibilities of being attacked.
They were all relieved when they could see the gates of Zarpha in sight. As they got to the gates, the guards saluted and led them to the place.
As he walked the palace halls, Faolan's mind raced, wondering how much to reveal about the events in Brenden—and, more specifically, Adrian's strange allies.
Approaching the grand throne room, he ignored the vaulted ceilings and intricate designs depicting Zarpha's victories over ancient enemies. His mind was elsewhere, far beyond these.
Queen Alannah sat upon her golden throne, her emerald green gown cascading elegantly around her. Her sharp, intelligent eyes tracked Faolan's approach with a calm composure.
