Chapter 18
Keir
“Father, we must make camp soon. We’re losing daylight quickly.” Keir’s horse struggled to keep up with the intense pace the king had set for most of the afternoon. Their soldiers were weary and needed rest before they could be asked to continue riding for several more days.
“Plenty of time to make camp in the evening.” The king rarely listened to the advice of his council, much less his son’s, but they were running out of time. The Vondurian palace sat near the burning lands. Turlach was used to a lingering light in the distant sky long after the sun had set, but they had left Vondur behind more than a day ago. Deep into the countryside, the king’s men would not have the light of the fire plains to guide them this night.
“We are approaching the border of Grima. If we e
