The guards, most of them still wearing holy symbols, watched with mixed expressions; wary, relieved, or displeased, as the queen and Kelwyn strode out past them.
On the cobbled street outside, the queen said, “Let’s fly.”
Kelwyn opened his wings, glad of the chance to stretch them after so long in the tiny cell. The queen shimmered with golden power, growing and stretching, her own wings reaching wide as they formed behind her, and Kelwyn took to the sky in the wake of a golden dragon, who flew to the Tower as straight as an arrow. There were lights in all the upper windows, showing an unusual activity at this hour. The queen landed, changed back to human form and went straight down the stairs to Velanis’ rooms, with Kelwyn still following in her wake.