Slowly, dusk crept over the kingdom, spilling shadows across the castle walls as the last traces of sunlight faded into a deepening blue. One by one, three siblings slipped out of the castle grounds—each unaware that the others were doing the very same.
Two of them, cloaked in the modest appearance of commoners, kept their heads low as they took the quieter path leading toward Leaveon.
The third made no such attempt to conceal himself.
Dressed in the full dignity of his rank, Leonard rode out with effortless authority, his presence commanding even in the quiet of the evening. His stallion moved with practiced grace beneath him as they took the road toward Bivestone. The wind brushed past them, carrying the hush of night—until, without warning, both rider and horse vanished into thin air.
A moment later, they reappeared behind a small, secluded cottage, hidden from wandering eyes.
