It had been two days since rhistel was riding the horse to return to his estate. He did not take a break or wait for the horses to have his fill completely. He could not delay at all as his heart told him she was not safe there. The threat he had received from the clondoire was still etched in his heart.
He did not choose her as his priority but that did not mean he did not care at all. He would trade her life for his without hesitation. He could not wait to hold her in his arms again. But as he reached closer to the manor, his heart reached his throat.
The scent of ash and blood had filled the air around the manor. His eyes widened at the sight of a broken bridge that allowed anyone to enter the manor. A frozen lake separates the ground and the rock where the manor was built.
