Chapter Forty-TwoVaxi entered the courtyard of Castle Randar, well-rested and ready to return to her homeland. Spending the night in Sen's arms had done wonders for her morale, though it wasn't enough to quell the gnawing sense of trepidation in her stomach. She knew that feeling would grow as the distance between her and the Ixtrayan Plateau diminished.
A line of merychs awaited her, their reins held steady by a trio of stable-hands. She recognized Mizar's and Sen's mounts, as well as a proud gray steed draped in royal finery that could only belong to King Aridor. The reins of the proud white mare staring balefully at her were, to her astonishment, not held by a stable-hand, but by Prince Warran.
“Your Highness,” she said, bowing her head.
“Vaxi,” he responded, flashing his usual smirk
