Chapter 23
The remaining two-day ride to the kingdom felt like an eternity, a lonely stretch of road that wound through the verdant hills and shadowy forests. Fay sat atop her horse, the rhythmic clop of hooves against the dirt a stark contrast to the silence that hung between her and Drake. He kept his distance, a solid wall of tension that left her heart heavy with disappointment. Since that fateful night—the night he had scowled at her and touched her in a way that sent shivers down her spine—he had become a stranger to her. Fay watched as he led their small squad, his posture tall and proud, muscles taut beneath the fabric of his shirt as he expertly maneuvered his mount. She felt a pang of longing as she admired him from afar, a mixture of admiration and regret swirling within her. She didn't
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