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Calixtus adjusted the reins of his black gelding, the horse shifting restlessly beneath him as moonlight filtered through the ancient stone arch of the gate. The night air carried the sharp bite of autumn, and he drew his dark cloak tighter, the Blodwyn crest at his throat catching a faint silver gleam.
His pale gaze swept over the small party. He was annoyed that Harlan had insisted on coming, but part of his felt great relief at having two grown men along.
Ronan Gradimir was broad-shouldered and alert, with Bliss settled securely in front of him.
He looked to Bliss herself, golden hair tucked beneath her hood, clutching the rolled map like a talisman.
"Thank you," Calixtus said quietly, voice carrying just far enough for the group.
"We ride hard and silent until we're clear of the city."
His eyes met Bliss's for a lingering moment. He stopped when Ronan cleared his throat quite deliberately.
With that, he nodded to Harlan. The gate creaked open onto the dark road beyond.
Calixtus did not look back at the glowing spires of Elbion as they slipped into the night. His brother was out there - alive, if the locator held true - and for once, the weight of family pride felt less like armor and more like a chain he intended to break.
His pale gaze swept over the small party. He was annoyed that Harlan had insisted on coming, but part of his felt great relief at having two grown men along.
Ronan Gradimir was broad-shouldered and alert, with Bliss settled securely in front of him.
He looked to Bliss herself, golden hair tucked beneath her hood, clutching the rolled map like a talisman.
"Thank you," Calixtus said quietly, voice carrying just far enough for the group.
"We ride hard and silent until we're clear of the city."
His eyes met Bliss's for a lingering moment. He stopped when Ronan cleared his throat quite deliberately.
With that, he nodded to Harlan. The gate creaked open onto the dark road beyond.
Calixtus did not look back at the glowing spires of Elbion as they slipped into the night. His brother was out there - alive, if the locator held true - and for once, the weight of family pride felt less like armor and more like a chain he intended to break.
