Chapter 15The following morning, just as dawn began painting pink streaks across the blue-green sky and tipped the snow-capped peaks of the Ciddalla Mountains in an orange glow, the first Royal Guard fell. His counterpart, the only other sentry on duty before the palace’s brush-shielded dungeon entrance, died seconds later without a struggle.
“Two down, and only the gods know how many to go,” muttered Myrain Hel’Shua, his uneven teeth cutting through the pale light in a jubilant smile.
Obreé’s army of enforcers had traveled through the moonlit night, returning to Wynorian an hour earlier with two wagonloads of bathed and optimistic Vessels, and bound-and-gagged war prisoners in tow. After gathering strength, then leaving the mounts with the main group of men sheltered in the forest behin
