Vaughn
I'm on a horse outside the palace. It's so quiet I can hear the wind move.
A disturbed eagle wheels across the sky above me and squawks.
One would think no one else is here with me, but there are over five hundred and fifty something fighters battle-ready with their weapons in place. They all stand and look towards the horizon. Most of them are drawn from the royal force and are arranged in neat rows and columns of archers, calvarymen and infantry.
We are ready for Sa Barel and his idiotic minions.
My horse marches on a spot and huffs out breaths. I'm stationed right beside my mother's chariot by our formation's far left.
The queen is in her royal silk robe. One would think she isn't prepared for a fight but a dance. Her hair is well made. Her make-up is intact. The only thin
