Chapter Eighteen
Searon rode long and far five days southeast alongside Karceoles with barely a word of conversation. Flashbacks of his brother and the time they’d shared together occupied his mind. He still remembered the confused expression on his brother’s face when he returned from Tiermera. Searon’s hard battle-worn expression had changed since he came back from the city, and Noraes was the first to notice it. Noraes had been many years younger and still craved the thrill of the fight, while Searon grew in mind and wanted more peaceful things. There had been a time when he thought he would never want such things, but when he had stared upon the face of the tear-struck Victoria through the smoke of Tiermera, everything changed. He no longer cared for the wars, the battle, and the fool
