Arabella’s pov
The beating of the war drums reverberated in my ears, growing louder with each passing moment, though we were still far from the heart of Mistefell. Aeris had always been cautious, and now I could see it in full force—she had prepared her defenses well, anticipating our arrival even before Nathaniel's message reached her. She was tactful, always thinking ahead.
As I rode my horse toward the familiar landscape, the weight of my choices pressed heavily on my chest. The place I once called home now stood before me as an enemy fortress. My heart waged a battle of its own—a fierce conflict between loyalty and betrayal. Should I turn my back on Nathaniel now, before it was too late? Or should I press forward, knowing I would soon face Aeris as a traitor to Mistefell, to our bloo
