Caspian’s pov
As we approached the border of the battleground, the foul scent of fear and treachery filled my senses. The stench of foolish, cunning, and selfish humans, lining up against Mistefell’s army, hit me like a bitter wind. I could feel the tension in the air—the clash of fates hanging over us like a dark omen. The fog had cleared from the plains, revealing the enemy forces emerging from the forest’s edge. They thought they could march into our land, unaware of the power that lay in wait.
And then, amidst the faceless soldiers, I spotted someone I never thought I’d see on the other side.
"Arabella." Her name slipped from my lips, barely more than a whisper.
There she was—standing tall among Nathaniel's army. How dare she? How dare she betray her own blood, her own people? I ha
