While everyone was busy preparing to attend the Prince's wedding, shadows had been moving in the dark.
Two days ago, Consort Elias had sought out ways to save Theron from the impending doom of a loveless marriage. He had entrusted Rowan with the care of their baby while he rode in the dark with Blake to seek help.
Under the disguise of the night, their carriage soon arrived at the borders, and the guest they had invited was long waiting.
"Greetings, Consort," Mason bowed.
"Greetings, where is Cyrus? He should be here with you," Elias asked, glancing around, but there was no sign of the white seer.
"He will come; he is running late," Mason intercepted.
Elias stared at the moon. Time was not on their side, but still, he nodded.
"You should wait in the carriage, Consort," Blake murmured, and without delay, Elias mounted the carriage.
