Chapter 52
Chapter fifty-two
Everly
The healers depart leaving the scent of herbs hanging faintly in the air, mingling with the quiet tension that has taken their place.
Now, everyone is seated around my chambers, their faces lit only by the flickering glow of lanterns and the fire crackling away in the hearth.
No one speaks. Tension radiates off them—my companions, my confidants—each grappling with what the next few days will bring.
There is unity in our silence, even if it trembles under the strain of what is to come.
Outside, the night deepens, cloaking the world in darkness, as if the stars themselves are holding their breath.
Time is moving, relentless and indifferent.
A creeping reminder that we are mere hours away from departure.
With a deep breath, I shift my attention. “Fenris, can you bring my armor with you to Escalle?”