The room was still dark when Selene stood before the mirror, fastening her cloak. She moved quietly, her hands steady though her eyes were heavy.
Liam lay on the bed, turned to the far side, silent.
“Liam,” she called softly when she was done.
He didn’t answer.
“Liam,” she said again, firmer this time.
Still no answer. His shoulders didn’t move. His breathing was even.
She sighed, lingered a moment, then turned and stepped out of the chamber.
In the courtyard, horses were being saddled.
King Relius stood tall in his heavy cloak, his wife beside him with their two children.
Damian was adjusting his blade straps.
Selene mounted her horse.
“Are we ready?” King Relius asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Damian replied.
Just then, footsteps echoed on the stairs.
Liam walked down from t
