The gates of the Wargrave Estate opened with a deep creak, and the carriage rolled forward smoothly, its wheels clattering against the stone path. Riding beside the carriage, astride her majestic Enduron horse, was Vice Commander Cassandra, her ash-colored eyes calm yet sharp, observing her surroundings with silent gaze.
The carriage entered the vast expanse of the Wargrave Ducal Territory with ease. As they moved through the familiar land, Asher slowly rolled open the window, his gaze sweeping across the territory. It had been six long months since he had last set eyes on these lands, and now, each passing tree and stone carried a sense of nostalgic familiarity.
His thoughts wandered, drifting back to the memory of the boy with a sick mother, swindled by thugs preying on the weak.
