"We'll ride on horseback until we've crossed the mountains. After that, we'll switch to a carriage once we reach Viscount Wyndham's territory," Roxanne explained.
"Okay…" Vivianne's voice was soft, but her nervousness was clear. "I can't ride a horse."
"I can." Roxanne smiled, brushing a kiss against her wife's cheek. "The maid will have you dressed comfortably."
The preparations for their journey to the Capital were nearly complete. This time, their path would not lead them through the roads of Vintermere Forest or the commercial streets of Eidrith. Instead, they would face the shadowed ridges of Dreadfang Mountain, a route feared by everyone, the shortest way, but also the most dangerous.
