The road to Ketamran stretched long and winding, flanked by dense forests and fields painted gold by the setting sun. Vianna and Morvane walked side by side, their steps unhurried but purposeful. Though the journey was heavy with the weight of past and future uncertainties, the air between them remained surprisingly light.
Morvane adjusted the hood of his cloak, ensuring his face remained shadowed. His disguise—a simple cloak and a thin mask etched with runic designs—was enough to obscure his identity but not enough to calm his nerves.
"You're quiet," Vianna noted, breaking the silence.
"Not by choice," Morvane replied, his voice tight. "It's strange returning here after... everything. Every corner of this kingdom carries memories—good ones and bad."
Vianna studied him for a moment, her sharp eyes catching the tension in his frame. "You'll be fine, Morvane. No one will recognize you."
He turned to her with a half-smile. "That's the idea."
