Arthur’s POV
They left at dawn.
The air carried the pale chill of early light, the world still half asleep beneath a sky washed in silver-grey. Mist curled low across the ground, softening the edges of everything, blurring distance, turning the forest into something quiet and waiting.
Arthur saddled the horses himself.
He did not trust his hands to be idle, stillness made his thoughts too loud, and his thoughts had begun circling one dangerous truth over and over again.
She chose to come.
Silver approached quietly, travel cloak drawn close, hair pulled back, expression composed but alert. She moved like someone stepping into unfamiliar territory while refusing to show uncertainty.
He admired that more than he intended to.
“You ready?” he asked.
She looked toward the forest line st
