"Excellent." Oberon offered his arm to Ayan as a gesture of respect and acknowledgment. She accepted it, and together they led the procession from the royal chambers.
Ambrose had been living in solitude for nearly three years now, residing in a forgotten corner of the Valaross continent where few travelers ventured.
The small cottage he'd claimed was at the edge of a deserted town, one of settlements most of its inhabitants chose to abandon as it had become too far from most of the kingdoms.
He stepped outside into the morning light, squinting against the brightness. His appearance had changed considerably since leaving the Kingdom.
His hair had grown long and unkempt, and his clothes, while clean, had been mended so many times they were more patches than original fabric.
The isolation had taken its toll, giving him shadows beneath his eyes and leaving him gaunt.
But today, could finally answer his prayers.
