By the time Aurora made it to the March, dusk had almost fallen. Yet she still had some more way to go.
With her heart pounding harshly in her chest and her hair beating ferociously around, Aurora willed her stallion to go faster than ever before, lips pressed into a thin line in determination.
Once news of her arrival inside the borders had reached the knights of the March, it did not take a second for them to relay it to their Master, Marquess Edward Mormont.
The chair behind him fell with a resounding clash, eyes wide as he stared at the knight that came bearing the news. "Say that again?"
"It is true, Your Grace." The knight repeated his words with respect. "Princess Aurora had crossed the gates some minutes ago. In a matter of time, she may-"
