Beyond the walls of the castle, Lachlan and his army marched closer, less than an hour away.
And inside, the antechamber they’d been given to prepare in, was thick with tension. Heavy and suffocating. Rory was pacing, his boots scuffing against the polished stone floor. His steps sharp, restless, the light from the enchanted torches casting flickering shadows across his face as he moved. His hands were clenched into fists, his entire body coiled tight like a bowstring ready to snap.
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