The air in the camp was so heavy with tension and dread that one could hardly breathe. Soldiers moved about in a hurry, the look in their eyes showing the fear they tried to hide.
The news they received had shaken them to the core. The Crown Prince Valerie and Queen Maeve had been imprisoned, and the dark Fae prince Aldric now ruled as Regent King. And now,
whispers of the dark prince's wrath spread like wildfire, creating an unease that unsettled the people in the camp.
Mother Therassa walked alongside the general, her face lined with concern. "I told you taking away the memories of his mate was a bad idea," she said with reproach.
The general's frown deepened as they moved through the camp. His sharp commands cut through the noise, and his soldiers snapped to attention, their movements brisk. He didn't bother responding to Therassa's pointed comment, his focus instead on the preparations for what was to come.