-Laelia-
The sun had barely risen as I tied the last knot in my armor. I was clad in full metal armor, with a sword at my hip and another on my back. Unfortunately, neither was my brother’s sword nor the one Rathilion had given me.
It struck me as odd that Rathilion wasn’t here. This war was something he had believed in and wanted to fight. So where was he?
“Are you sure you want to do this?” A pair of strong arms wrapped around me. Ashes, in his armor from yesterday, met my gaze in the mirror. His yellow eyes shone with concern, but I had made up my mind, even if it meant risking both myself and our child.
“I am,” I replied.
He kissed the small area of my neck that was exposed and then stepped back, turning me around.
“Stay close to me,” he instructed.
I nodded.
“Laelia,” he said
