The victory at the valley chokepoint was a much-needed reprieve for the kingdom. Calder's forces had been forced to retreat, their supply lines crippled, and their momentum stalled. But for Damien, the triumph felt hollow. He knew Calder would not give up so easily, and the lull in the fighting was merely the eye of the storm.
Back in Winter's Crown, the atmosphere was tense but hopeful. Soldiers patrolled the city walls with renewed vigilance, and the streets, though quieter than usual, buzzed with whispers of the recent victory. Damien returned to the palace, his steel-gray eyes sharp and unyielding.
Amara and Carys were waiting for him in the war room. Amara leaned casually against the table, her sharp blue eyes glinting with mischief, while Carys stood with her arms crossed, her green eyes thoughtful as she studied the map.