The morning air at the Iron Throat Pass was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and cold stone.
Two sturdy and luxurious carriages stood ready, their respective parties making final preparations.
On the Crown Prince's suggestion, or more like a command, the two groups were to travel together through the pass, a measure of safety and convenience since their routes aligned for the initial leg of the journey.
A little distance away from the carriages, Amaniel and Cassandra stood together, bidding their last farewell.
"Take care," Amaniel said, his voice softer than usual. "Have a safe journey."
A faint smile touched his lips. It wasn't dazzling like the Crown Prince's, but it had its own charm. It reached his eyes, crinkling the corners slightly, and held a warmth that was uniquely his.
