I had ridden into battle countless times before. In some instances for many days on end, while I carried the burden of my men's safety and at the same time going over battle plans in my lone tent all throughout the long nights, ensuring they were without fault. Those were lonely times for a king such as I, but none had felt more lonely than the one to Eldoria. The more distance I put between my mate and I, the more aware I became of the groaning in my chest. My heart's protests grew louder with each step. With each gallop of my horse, it protested, longing to turn around and seek her embrace. My regret over my decision to not say goodbye or even gaze on Aryn one last time before I rode out, had grown thicker too.
"We will soon be coming up on the boundaries of Eldoria." Zakariel reported
