The morning air of Sky's Edge was cold and sharp. Rhys stood at the gates of the Whispering Willow Inn.
The first rays of dawn were just beginning to touch the highest peaks of the mountains, painting them a soft orange.
The city was still quiet, the usual morning bustle not yet begun.
A few moments later, the door to the inn opened. Princess Emma stepped out, followed by the old, wizened innkeeper.
She was dressed in the same simple but durable traveling clothes as the day before, her face still hidden behind the green veil.
She gave Rhys a slight nod.
"You are on time," she said. Her voice was as calm and clear as a mountain stream.
The innkeeper shuffled forward, bowing his head to the princess. "Your carriage is ready, Your Highness."
Rhys looked towards the street. A sturdy, dark-wood carriage was waiting for them.
It was not a grand, opulent vehicle of a royal family, but it was well-built and practical.
