Estrella

I tug Anwen through the forest. While I do have a map in the bag strapped to my back, I don’t pull it out. The bag is heavy because King Kieran packed us enough fresh water in canteens to last a week. 

I need a moment alone with my mate.

The twisting, winding roots guide my steps deeper. The forest just outside the castle had a certain appeal, but there’s a wildness here that tugs at me, urges me to forget everything and lose myself in it. As if I were in the ...