Chapter Four
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Home. It was a strange word, implying a warm feeling of comfort. As Tyson glanced up at the towering walls of the palace he’d once called home, wariness sat in his stomach like a stone.
The last time he visited the Gaulean castle, he escorted the princess of Madra on a quest to save her brother.
So much had happened here and not much of it good.
Edmund rode up beside him. “The palace of Gaule is so grand, yet I’d rather ride toward the small home Etta calls the Belaen castle.”
Tyson didn’t take his eyes from the wall as a foreboding stirred in his chest. “Me too.”
Edmund wasn’t happy about leaving Stev, but—as Tyson knew it would—his duty overrode personal feelings. Stev had pleaded with him to go, to keep Tyson safe. He said he owed it to Ty after how much he’d
