Into the Fire

The morning sun had barely risen when the army assembled beyond the palace walls. Rows of armored soldiers stood at attention, banners fluttering in the wind. Warhorses pawed at the ground, sensing the tension in the air.

Kaelith sat astride his black warhorse, his armor gleaming in the pale light. Seraphine rode beside him, her own battle attire tailored for both protection and agility.

"You are certain about this?" Kaelith asked, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

Seraphine smirked. "You're not the only one born for war, my prince."

His eyes darkened with something unreadable, but he nodded. "Then let us give them a battle they will not forget."

The horns sounded, and the army began to march.

As planned, Kaelith led the vanguard, striking with precision, while Seraphine commanded the second wave, cutting through the enemy's flanks. Every move was calculated, every strategy executed without hesitation.

The enemy was strong, but Kaelith and Seraphine were stronger.

By nightfall, the battlefield was theirs.

As Kaelith surveyed the broken enemy lines, he turned to Seraphine, his expression unreadable. "You fought well today."

Seraphine met his gaze, breathless but victorious. "You didn't do so badly yourself."

A rare smile flickered across his lips.

The war was far from over—but tonight, they had won.

To be continued…

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