Riding at the very rear of the marching army, Ariel looked every bit like the Conqueror she was now known to be.
Regaling on the power coursing through her veins, the seer immersed herself in the atmosphere of the night: the pounding of feet crunching the snow, the clinking of the metals of armour and weapons as the men marched; all of them fanned flames of the fire in her soul. She was doing exactly what she was meant to do, she told herself; and she had no doubt whatsoever about it. And soon, she promised herself, the entirety of the realm would realize it too; starting with the great kingdom of Cyrian.
Just then, Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eyes that Landon, the warlord of Silvermount, was staring at her with a small smile on his face. "Something amusing you, my lord?" she
