The morning air is crisp as Prince Phillip and Jasmine ride out of Mercia, their entourage of knights and attendants trailing behind them. The banners of Mercia flutter in the wind, and the heavy clatter of hooves fills the streets as they make their way toward the open road leading to Caeloris. Jasmine sits rigid on her horse, her hands gripping the reins tighter than necessary. Her heart is heavy, her mind clouded with worry. Every step further from Mercia feels like another step away from the truth—away from her mother. But just as their entourage emerges out of the city gate, Morgan who has made her way through hurdles to arrive at Mercia sights the royal entourage. Jasmine is leaving Mercia? She tries to gather herself but is crippled by shock. She stands at the edge of the road, ba

