Chapter 46 Embers Of Tomorrow

• The wind in the Northern Wastes was colder than Elara remembered.
• Two weeks had passed since the Eye was sealed. Two weeks since she’d given up the crown. Since she’d walked away from Flamewatch, from the court, from the war-torn maps of her ancestors—and into the unknown.
• Kael walked beside her, not as prince, not as general, but simply as a man. Their steps were quiet in the snow, their cloaks billowing like shadows.