The air was crisp as I wrapped my cloak tighter around me, stepping carefully down the narrow path leading away from the palace gates. The evening sky was painted with streaks of amber and violet, the sun dipping below the horizon as shadows lengthened across the snow. Ulfstad wasn't far, just past the creepy forest, but sneaking out without being noticed was no small feat.
Soren's shadow fell in step with mine, his presence reassuring and unnerving. He had insisted on coming, claiming he would prove his loyalty. Kharis was on a break when I slipped out, hoping to return before he was aware of my absence.
I wasn't 'allowed' to leave the palace on the best of days, but right now, the palace was high with tension about the attacks in and outside the walls.
I'd agreed to stay inside, but I was becoming restless and used this as an excuse to get a little freedom, even if it was for a short time.
