The first light of dawn painted the snow-covered mountains in shades of gold.

Blackthorn Castle stirred with quiet determination as knights saddled their horses and servants prepared supplies for the journey ahead.

In the royal courtyard, Lucien tightened the straps of his sword.

Sir Elias approached him.

"Everything is ready, Your Majesty."

Lucien nodded.

"No one outside this group is to know our destination."

"As you command."

Despite his orders, Lucien couldn't shake the feeling that someone in the castle was already reporting their every move.

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Seraphina stepped into the courtyard wearing a white riding cloak over her traveling clothes.

Mira hurried after her, carrying a small satchel.

"My...