The night passed in restless silence.
Caroline sat alone near the edge of the encampment, staring at the darkened horizon. The fires in the distance flickered like dying embers, the quiet hum of the soldiers’ movements lacing the air with tension. The war was upon them, and though she had fought battle after battle, this one was different.
Final.
Her grip tightened around the dagger in her lap, the weight of it familiar. She had fought for survival before, she had fought for vengeance, but tomorrow… tomorrow she fought for everything.
Ezra’s kingdom.
Her own fate.
The future of everything they had built together.
She exhaled, steadying herself, when the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.
She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.
Ezra.
He stopped a few steps behind
