Outside, Kaelen immediately took hold of the deer, muttering something about "dramatic entrances," and carried it toward the back of the cabin, leaving Vaelith alone with the rider.
"Report," Vaelith said.
His voice was different now.
Cold.
Commanding.
The voice of a leader, not the man who had just been laughing.
"The western roads remain secure," the rider said, still kneeling.
"No unusual movement near the border.
Supply shipments arrived safely.
The council remains divided."
Vaelith's expression never changed.
He stood tall, his face a mask of authority.
Elara listened carefully, her confusion mounting.
Why would a commander receive reports like these?
Why was a masked rider bowing to him like a king?
The rider continued.
"Several noble houses are demanding answers.
Ru
