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Prince Randolph did not understand why the Hallean people would not join with his kingdom. Except he did know. They were proud. Fierce. Independent. Warriors that were said to be cut from the same stone and ice that marked their home. They did not have a place among the “elegance” and “refinement” of his people.

Prince Randolph stared at the foreboding mountains that gleamed white under the moon. They were as harsh and cold as the people that inhabited them. He didn’t want to another war. But he wouldn’t back down from it, either.

Princess Avari took only volunteers. The wyvern riders would hit hard and fast. And the mages would aim their spells at the markers. She stroked the flank of her wyvern whose scales were black as night. He would die beside her. As she would him. But they might buy her people another generation of freedom.