*Rhys*
I leaned against the rough bark of an ancient oak, its gnarled roots twisting into the earth. I watched the lodge door from a distance. Saoirse needed time, and I'd given her that.
The sun dipped low, streaking the sky with purples and oranges, as I wrestled with my heart's desire to keep her by my side.
"Give her time," I murmured to myself. "She needs to sort through the storm in her heart."
Turning from the door, I found Daxton, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow on the grass. His gaze was steady, waiting for instructions.
"Daxton," I started, my voice firm despite the uncertainty gnawing at me, "I need you to escort Keelana and her eggs back to the Dragon Valley. Ensure they're safe, then hurry to the palace."
"Understood, Rhys," he replied with a nod. "Should we ex
