Chapter 43 Campfire Heat

• They made good time that day.
• The horses were fast beneath them, wind rushing through tangled hair and the scent of pine sharp in the air as they rode north. They passed villages that bowed low, eyes wide to see their prince riding alongside his wife. The rumors had spread quickly—that Espen was no longer the silent girl in shadows. No longer the overlooked princess with a dragon barely bigger than a hawk.
• No. She was something else entirely now.