Koda;
The road to Nagari stretches endlessly ahead of us.
Gravemaw's mountains have already begun to fade behind the carriage, dissolving slowly into the distance.
The wheels beneath the carriage roll steadily over the stone road, and the guards ride in quiet formation around me.
However, the rhythm of the journey barely registers in my mind.
My attention keeps drifting to the same thing. The letter in my hands.
I unfold it again.
The paper has started to soften due to how many times I have read it.
Still, I read it again.
My dearest Koda…
My chest tightens the moment my eyes touch the words.
Elián's handwriting is unmistakable. Soft, slightly tilted, as if every word carries a small piece of his heart with it.
I have memorised every line already.
Still, I keep reading.
I'm pregnant, Koda. With our baby.
The words feel unreal every time.
Pregnant!!
My mate is carrying my child.
I close my eyes briefly and press the letter against my chest.
