After all the time he spent in the war, all the time he spent training squires, never once had Emberly seen Sir Wylan look scared. Part of her assumed he could not feel fear, a sentiment she had clung to following the Final Task of their first year. Sir Wylan was calculated, never betraying any emotion he felt.
But the moment they told him of the Cyran army spotted camping in the forest, she saw fear flicker through his eyes. He glanced at Will, the future king of Etrusca. At all costs, he needed to be protected.
“We will return to the castle immediately,” said Sir Wyland in his typical, bored, raspy voice. “Anson, Heczah, Orsino, Dern, you will go on before us. The moment you reach Central, you are to request to see the king. Tell him exactly what you saw and request for knights to be
