After walking through the long, noisy indoor corridors, Ryan pushed open the heavy double doors and finally stepped out into the spacious outer courtyard of his castle.
He advanced with slow, calm steps, feeling the freezing high-mountain wind hit his face directly.
Ryan followed the path leading to the very edge of the precipice. Right there, next to a massive, solitary tree growing on the mountain's boundary, stood Helen.
The black-haired warrior stood completely silent, her back to the castle.
She kept her gaze fixed on the landscape below, watching the small town sprawling beneath the imposing mountain with extreme attention.
The wind blew fiercely, whipping her dark hair around, but she seemed lost in her own thoughts, completely oblivious to the sound of her leader's approaching footsteps.
Ryan stopped a few meters away from her and decided to break the courtyard's tranquility.
"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked in a serene tone.
