The morning after their success at Iron-Peak broke with a clarity that seemed to wash the very world clean. The air in the cabin was still thick with the lingering warmth of their night together, a sanctuary of furs and skin that Nyx was loath to leave. But the North was vast, and her reign was only just beginning to take root.
As she dressed, her movements were watched by three pairs of eyes that offered a steady, unwavering adoration. They were not watching her as a guard would watch a prisoner, but as a devoted congregation would watch their deity.
"The valley of Oakhaven lies ahead," Caspian noted, his voice smooth and low as he buckled his sword belt. He stepped close, his fingers lingering on the silk of her collar, adjusting it with a precision that was both lover-like and respect
