Nehoviah Imperial Palace
Titran's face immediately changes to
that of bewilderment as he quickly grabs his royal outfit from the floor, where he had left it when he was undressing to make love to his wife.
It was now; Amber could hear the incessant chants of a thousand men, some miles away. Her heart thumped against her chest.
“The guard…he speaks the truth.” Amber said and then swallowed hard. Titran was already almost dressed; he planted a kiss on Amber's lips before grabbing a dagger and making his way towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Amber asked worriedly.
“To wage war.” Titran answered before walking out of the room.
Amber's throat dried up…
“Kings are supposed to sit on their throne and let the knights and guards do their job…. I am not ready to be a widow.” She scre
