A reluctant betrayal

The terrain they stood on was rustic and beautiful. Upon high, Willow saw green and brown mountains folding into the horizon. So beautiful that they will soon see the ugliness of their world.

Lothaire and Willow sat still inside the idle truck, both deep in their thoughts.

Willow doesn't know what will happen next. Whether the mage will restore him or will the imposter's army catch up to them. They don't know even if an army remains but since he is imposing as a king, anything is possible.

She looked at Lothaire next. Her emotions in turmoil. She doesn't know whether she will be alive by tomorrow or not. Whether he will be. It is so final.

Willow wet her lips. "Lothaire I-," she tried to tell how important he became in her life, but couldn't.