The sky hung low with clouds, dust clinging to Elowyn’s boots as she leaned against the rough stone wall in the frontyard, arms crossed, grinning at something Callus had said.
Other Cadets were everywhere, talking. It was break time.
Elowyn's favorite time.
Blue-eyed Riven Thorney was there and Elowyn was there.
“You’ll fall flat next round, Elyan. Bet a week’s bread on it.”
“I’ll fall on your face if you keep running your mouth.”
The guys chuckled. Even Callus gave a rare nod of amusement.
Elowyn was starting to feel.... human. Not just tolerated. Almost liked.
That’s when the air shifted — a presence heavy as a storm rolled in.
Lucian Speare.
He strode through the alley like it was his, boots deliberate, head high. Elowyn didn’t notice him in time — still caught up in the small
