“When you finally have to choose between your army and peace, which one will you sacrifice?”
Marcus’s question followed Evelyn into the streets.
She had not answered him.
At dawn, she left the palace with Garrick, two veterans, and a Ravencrest clerk carrying the surrender records.
No noble escort.
No ceremonial guards.
If peace required her to destroy what she had built, then it had already been designed badly.
The hospital stood in the southern district, where artillery had taken the roofs from three adjoining buildings during the siege.
Repairs had begun.
They had also stopped.
A healer met Evelyn beneath a canvas awning.
“We were told the stone had been reassigned.”
“Reassigned to whom?”
“The new administrative offices.”
The healer pointed toward a Greyhaven seal fixed to
