Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Everly
Tristan and Kian were right; the journey to the Bluffs is long.
We left in the morning and have been traveling all day, and I can see the sun is close to setting.
The convoy has grown steadily as we’ve traveled through Skora, with mourners joining along the road, all coming to say their goodbyes to their former queen and to those of noble descent who had passed with her during the battle.
Rayna, too, will be honored among them. True to his word, Tristan has kept to the carriage’s side, Kian on the other, while Storm and the wolves stay at the rear, a quiet but ever-watchful presence.
Zaria’s head rests on my shoulder, her breathing deep and steady, the rhythmic sway of the carriage having lulled her into a fitful sleep. Gently, I reach over, giving her a soft shake. “We’re here, Zar,” I whisper.