As the Duke and Duchess approached, their eyes were drawn to the Everton fortress entrance. The towering drawbridge loomed above them, its formidable presence obstructing all access to the keep.
The clanking of metal armor sounded all around them as the vigilant Roguemont knights stood sentry at every corner.
From the heights of the battlements, the sight of skilled archers readying their bows could be seen. The faint scent of damp stone mingled with the anticipation that hung in the air.
Faye was acutely aware of the silence, broken only by the sound of her own rapid breaths. Sitting there, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was the cause for the intense standoff.
"Why did the church send a legion of holy knights?" She turned to ask Sterling quizzically.
Sterling's expression remained stony, his icy gaze piercing through the carriage window. He was focused on the leader of the holy knights mounted on a magnificent white stallion.
