The King's departure was swift and decisive. Within hours, the small army was assembled and ready to ride. The castle, moments before a scene of bustling activity, now felt strangely empty and hushed. The echoing silence in the corridors was a stark contrast to the King's booming voice and the hurried footsteps of his soldiers.
Francis, his face grim but determined, gave Alexa a final, possessive kiss, his hand lingering on her arm.
"I entrust you to Derek's care, my Queen," he said, his voice a low warning. "See that you remain safe."
Then, with a final glance at the castle, the King mounted his horse and rode away, his knights following in his wake. The sound of their hooves faded into the distance, leaving behind an unsettling quiet.
Alexa stood at the castle gates, watching them di
