The journey to the capital was long and tense. Eric and Evelynn rode at the head of their force, accompanied by Callum, Axel, Jasmine, and a contingent of rebel soldiers. The banners of the fallen king had been stripped down from every village they passed, but the scars of Harold’s reign remained.
The people were wary as they entered the capital, the city itself draped in an eerie silence. Though Harold was dead, fear still gripped the streets. The nobles and commoners alike cast anxious glances at the approaching rebels, as if expecting another wave of destruction.
Evelynn tightened her grip on the reins of her horse, her magic still slowly returning. The closer they got to the castle, the heavier the air felt, thick with corruption.
Eric was silent beside her, his jaw clenched as he t
