After the messenger was sent to Zephyros, King Xavian and Theron wasted no time in continuing their journey back to the capital. The procession began its slow march toward the capital.
King Xavian led at the front, his imposing figure radiating authority as he rode with a stoic expression. Beside him, Theron kept pace, his face grim, his thoughts visibly elsewhere. Behind them, Sadiki walked, his hands bound and his head bowed. Guards flanked him on either side, their hold firm but not unnecessarily rough.
Ella and Theo stood at the border, watching the group fade into the distance. Their reactions were starkly different.
Theo stood tall and composed, though his brows furrowed with lingering worry. He crossed his arms, his stance signaling quiet frustration. Beside him, Ella's expression was far less guarded. Her eyes burned with resentment as she fixated on Sadiki's retreating figure. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
