Chapter 7: At Last

Adolph Raymond breathed in the scent of his kingdom’s lands with great relief. There was no blood, no pain or darkness: no fear. He smiled, guiding his horse in line with the procession as he breathed in the scent of the metalworks that Silver Blade was known for. It was sweeter than he thought it should be. Almost creamy like milk and honey warmed by the sun, sweet and tantalizing.

He shook his head. That scent wasn’t the metalworks.

Adam growled with contentment. Adolf’s wolf had never felt so at ease. He cast his gaze around searching for the source of the scent.

“Your Majesty?”

Soon, he found the source of the scent. A young woman, likely younger than his son, was balanced carefully on a tree overlooking the procession. her long black hair gleamed in the sunlight like silk and the hem of her skirt revealing her plain shoes and pale ankles.

His lips twitched at her reckless bravery. It could not have been easy to get up there in such a dress, let alone getting down. His heart cl