State of War!

(Ashdeer POV)

Ashdeer winced as the Erols rose up into the sky. He held it's reins better and tried hard not to think of the sharp piercing pain in his left rib. He was sure it was still broken and had not healed completely. He had been in a rush and had shooed the healer away. 

The Erol rose above the clouds, which seemed to have enveloped them, this morning. From here, Fortress Irismus looked like a toy castle, and not his home. That it was built on a bloody history was something Ashdeer was still coming to terms with. That Fortress also held a piece of his heart. A tiny, stubborn and delicious piece of his heart whom he loved very dearly. 

He loved Azriel very dearly!