Helena stood at the kitchen window, her eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the back pasture. The gentle rays of the rising sun painted the sky with a mesmerizing palette of golden and crimson hues, casting a warm glow over the horizon.
The air was crisp and carried a faint scent of dew-kissed grass. Exhaustion clung to her like a heavy cloak after the long night spent anxiously awaiting the return of the knights.
As Helen observed the barn, her eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight of the knights' horses tied to the weathered hitching post. A gentle breeze whispered through the air, ruffling their manes. A sense of curiosity washed over her as she pondered. 'Had they not taken their horses to search the woods?'
Then Helena's gaze caught something faint in the distance. She noticed a cloud of dust being kicked up.
