Hidden Threat?

At the head of the caravan, Nyrielle's carriage had the best view of the chaos as it erupted. Nyrielle herself relaxed into the soft satin cushions of her luxurious carriage like a cat with a bowl of cream as she watched Ashlynn collect Heila before striding out to meet with Lord Ritchel, young lord Hauke and their honor guard. 

Six months ago, she had seen tremendous promise in the broken and battered young woman, but even after more than two centuries of life, nothing she'd experienced could have prepared her for how quickly Ashlynn would grow into her power, or how much the young witch would change her own life.