Chapter 102 Blood And Vows

• The drums of war beat before the sun crested the mountains.
• Espen stood atop the stone battlements, her hair braided back, armor strapped tight across her chest. The chill morning wind tugged at her cloak, but she didn’t flinch. Below her, her kingdom waited—an army of loyal soldiers, hardened mages, archers, and beasts born of legend.
• Mikko’s hand brushed hers. Not soft. Not seeking. Just there. Solid. Present.