ã€ŠLimited Darknessã€‹


 Preword

    In the realm of mortal plight and earthly sorrow,

    Where humanity walks in the shadows of its frailties,

    The gods, in their boundless mercy, cast a light,

    Bestowing gifts upon the chosen, so humanity might not falter.

    These chosen ones, bearers of divine grace,

    Are the shepherds of will, the guides through night''s gloom.

    In their hands lies the power to heal, to mend,

    Harbingers of love, they stand against looming despair.

    Gifted with strength not of muscle but of spirit,The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

    They carry the torch of hope, the beacon of new dawns.

    In their words, wisdom flows like a gentle stream,

    In their actions, the gods¡¯ love for mankind reveals.

    So, let this tale unfold, as it weaves through time and fate,

    A testament to those who bear the gods'' gifts,

    Their journey, a path marked by trials and tribulations,

    Guiding humanity to a future where light conquers the dark.

    In the vast expanse of time''s relentless march,

    Where destinies intertwined like threads in the loom of fate,

    The gods observe from their celestial thrones,

    Bestowing their favour on those deemed worthy of their grace.

    These guardians of humanity, chosen by divine hands,

    Embark on quests that shape the course of history.

    With burdens heavy and paths fraught with peril,

    They illuminate the way for those lost in despair.

    Through valleys of shadows, over mountains of doubt,

    Their journey is a beacon for the weary and the forlorn.

    In each act of kindness, in every sacrifice made,

    The essence of the gods'' compassion is displayed.

    Let this verse echo through the ages, a timeless ode,

    To the ones who carry the light in the darkest of times.

    For in their courage, the strength of the gods is mirrored,

    And through their trials, the destiny of mankind is forged.

    <u>The Tale- holy book, about the origins of Gifts</u>

 Prologue

    The day was yielding to night, the sky a canvas of fiery hues as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sea, reflecting the sky''s spectacle, served as a deceptive veil for the stealthy manoeuvres of the Kurayami Dynasty''s ships. These vessels, shadows against the darkening waters, pursued their quarry - three unsuspecting ships of the Iskaldt Rike Realm - with the patience and precision of seasoned predators.

    Aboard the lead Dynasty ship, High Admiral Ryo stood on the deck, his eyes locked on their targets through a pair of binoculars. Beside him, his second in command mirrored his actions, his gaze equally intent. The air around them was charged with anticipation, the weight of impending actions palpable.

    Ryo''s subordinate broke the silence with a question that had lingered unspoken between them. "Do you expect trouble, sir?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

    Ryo, without shifting his gaze from the binoculars, replied, "In our line of work, trouble is a constant companion. It''s the unexpected that tends to be rare." He paused, considering his next words. "In leadership, trust is a double-edged sword. There''s always an unknown variable that can turn it on its head. It''s not just about knowing who to trust but also anticipating interference from unseen quarters. Sometimes, even the most reliable sources are compromised, fed misinformation by others. That''s the burden we bear."

    As the conversation lapsed into a contemplative silence, Ryo''s attention was suddenly drawn to several ships approaching the Iskaldt Rike vessels at a startling speed. His brow furrowed in concern. "This is unexpected," he muttered. The approaching ships, under the guise of darkness, unfurled their flags - the unmistakable insignia of pirates, yet the vessels were unmistakably from the Iskaldt Rike fleet.

    The peaceful twilight was shattered as fight erupted across the sea. The Iskaldt Rike ships, now under attack, scrambled into defensive positions. Ryo''s second in command turned to him, urgency in his voice. "Admiral, should we engage? Assist them?"

    Ryo weighed his options. With their five superior ships, they had the element of surprise, and the cover of night was an ally. But engaging could jeopardise their mission, potentially revealing their position and intentions. After a tense moment, he made his decision. "No," he said firmly. "We hold our position. Signal the others to remain on standby and maintain a safe distance."

    His crew, loyal and disciplined, complied without question, though the air was thick with unspoken dissent. Ryo watched the battle unfold, the night a cloak that veiled their presence as they inched closer. Through his binoculars, he could make out the figures engaged in a fierce struggle aboard one of the embattled ships. Among them, a figure stood out with unmistakable ferocity ¨C it was Torsten, the renowned warrior of the Iskaldt Rike Realm, a man whose reputation in combat was almost the stuff of legends.

    As Ryo observed, the melee took a sudden and brutal turn. Torsten, amidst a clash of steel, stumbled. Another figure moved in swiftly, and in the dim light of the moonlit sea, Ryo saw the flash of a blade. Torsten collapsed, his fall swift and final. From this distance, it was impossible to discern the identity of the assailant or their allegiance. Ryo''s grip tightened on the binoculars, a mixture of respect for the fallen warrior and frustration at the unanswered questions this death would leave in its wake.

    The scene etched itself in Ryo''s memory - a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world, where alliances were as shifting as the tides and even the mightiest could fall in an instant. It was a stark reminder of the perilous game they were all part of, a game where every move could be one''s last.

    Retreating to his chambers, Ryo''s mind was awhirl with thoughts. He retrieved a letter, originally meant for Torsten''s hands. "Now it falls to me," he murmured. The mission had taken an unforeseen turn, and it was up to him to navigate these treacherous waters.

    In the solitude of his dark chambers, with only the gentle rocking of the ship and the distant sounds of the sea for company, Ryo contemplated his next move. The stakes were high, and the political landscape was shifting like the tides. A sense of foreboding filled him. War, he realized, was no longer a distant rumble but an approaching storm. The night, once an ally, now seemed to echo with the whispers of inevitable conflict and uncertain futures.

    Ryo sat alone in the lightless of his cabin, the gentle sway of the ship a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. His fingers traced the edges of the letter meant for Torsten, now a solemn reminder of the evening''s unexpected turn. The battle''s outcome, while not directly involving his fleet, had irrevocably altered their course. The game of shadows they played had just become more perilous.

    His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. "Enter," he called, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him.

    The door creaked open, and his second in command stepped in, his face etched with concern. "Admiral, the men are restless. They seek understanding of our inaction," he reported, the unasked question hanging in the air.

    Ryo looked up, his eyes meeting those of his loyal lieutenant. "Tell the men that our mission is greater than any single battle. Our path is guided by strategy, not impulse," he said, his voice firm yet tinged with an uncharacteristic weariness.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

    The lieutenant nodded, understanding the weight of their duty, and quietly exited, leaving Ryo to his contemplations. The Admiral turned his gaze out the small cabin window, where the moon cast a pale light over the restless sea. He pondered the complexities of loyalty and the burdens of command. Every decision he made rippled through countless lives, shaping destinies in ways he could never fully anticipate.

    His mind returned to the letter, its contents a critical piece in the intricate puzzle of alliances and power plays. He had to deliver it personally now, a task he had not foreseen but one that was essential. The letter''s recipient was key to their next move in this shadowy game.

    Ryo''s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a flash of memory - Torsten''s final moments, the betrayal, the fall. He shook his head, dispelling the image. War was indeed on the horizon, a war that would test the limits of trust and strategy. The Kurayami Dynasty, with its ancient traditions and secretive ways, had always navigated such waters with a deft hand, but this time, the stakes were higher, the enemies less predictable.

    Rising from his chair, Ryo resolved to face the coming challenges with the same resolve that had earned him his rank. He would steer his fleet, and perhaps even the destiny of his nation, through the tempest that loomed. But tonight, the darkness seemed deeper, the uncertainties greater.

    As the ship cut through the waves, a silent sentinel in the night, Ryo''s thoughts turned to the broader implications of the night''s events. The Iskaldt Rike Realm, a formidable force and a key player in the region''s balance of power, was now embroiled in internal strife. The emergence of pirate ships under their banner indicated a fracture within, a weakness that could be exploited or a sign of deeper troubles brewing.

    He considered the other nations, each with their own agendas and ambitions. The political landscape was a chessboard, and Ryo was one of its most skilled players. But even the best players could be caught off guard, and the game could change with a single, unforeseen move.

    The night wore on, and Ryo remained awake, plotting, planning, foreseeing. As dawn approached, bringing light to a world shrouded in shadows, he had formulated the beginnings of a plan, one that would navigate the treacherous waters of impending conflict. The pieces were moving, and he was ready to make his next move.

    Admiral Ryo, upon his return to the fleet, wasted no time in dispatching a message to Crown Prince Leif of the Iskaldt Rike Realm. The message was meticulously worded, requesting a meeting under the guise of discussing adjustments to the upcoming wedding ceremony. Ryo knew the subtleties of court politics well; the request, seemingly innocuous, carried a weight that he hoped the prince would understand.

    Three days passed in anxious anticipation before a reply arrived. It was succinct, granting him an audience. By the eighth day, Ryo, adorned in his ceremonial uniform, stood before Prince Leif. The initial exchange was filled with official pleasantries, the kind that masked the true nature of such meetings.

    They soon retreated to the prince¡¯s private office, a room adorned with the symbols of the realm and its long history. Prince Leif, a man of keen intellect and piercing gaze, wasted no time. ¡°Admiral Ryo,¡± he began, ¡°let us dispense with formalities. What brings you to my court?¡±

    Ryo, maintaining his composure, presented the prince with a sealed letter. ¡°This letter was to be delivered by another, but fate had other plans,¡± he began, his voice steady. He recounted the events at sea, the ambush, and the fall of Torsten ¨C a tale that painted a vivid picture of the chaos unfurling in their lands.

    Prince Leif¡¯s expression grew increasingly grim as he read the letter. A deep frown etched his face, the contents of the message clearly troubling. He looked up, his eyes locking with Ryo¡¯s. ¡°Do you know what this letter contains?¡± he asked pointedly.

    A slight smile touched Ryo¡¯s lips. ¡°I am aware of its implications, Your Highness. I am no fool to carry a message whose weight I do not comprehend. But as for its exact contents, I have not perused them. My instincts, however, tell me that it bodes ill for your realm and, by extension, my nation.¡±

    The conversation took a turn as Leif declared his need to mobilise a fleet to Frostgard, a decision that spoke of the urgency and gravity of the situation. As protocol dictated, Ryo followed the prince, maintaining the respectful distance of two steps behind.

    Their departure was halted by the arrival of a messenger, breathless and bearing news of dire import. Shikuro and Shikihime, envoys of significant stature, had fallen victim to a rebel ambush. Their fate was unknown, a fact that sent a ripple of tension through the room.

    Prince Leif demanded a detailed report. The messenger, hesitant under Ryo¡¯s imposing presence, eventually complied under the prince¡¯s stern insistence. The report painted a bleak picture: Shikuro and Shikihime had narrowly escaped the initial ambush, and now the Stardust Kingdom''s army was frantically mobilised in a desperate search for them.

    Ryo felt a surge of frustration. His desire to inquire further was palpable, yet he restrained himself, knowing his position and the delicate nature of their alliance. Leif, visibly shaken, absorbed the details, his mind undoubtedly racing with the implications of this new development.

    As the report concluded, Ryo excused himself, despite Leif¡¯s protest. He addressed the prince with a cold, calculated tone. ¡°Our alliance, Your Highness, now teeters on the brink. Should any harm befall Shikihime, all agreements stand to be nullified.¡± His words were a stark reminder of the fragile thread on which their alliance hung.

    He reiterated the urgency of their respective duties and the need for non-interference. With a curt nod, he departed, leaving the prince to his turbulent thoughts.

    Ryo boarded his flagship, the Kami, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and contemplation. As the ship set sail, he received another report, this one more detailed, concerning Shikihime. The information was troubling, hinting at a conspiracy that ran deeper than mere rebel insurrection.

    As the ship cut through the waters, Ryo stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The stakes were higher now, the game more perilous. The balance of power was shifting, and he knew that the actions taken in the coming days would shape the fate of nations, no... entire continent. In his heart, the flames of determination burned fiercely; he would navigate these treacherous waters, whatever the cost.

 Hunt - Strategy

    In the heart of the dense forest, under the canopy that barely let the sun¡¯s rays seep through, Shikihime, Shikuro, Bjorn, Yoru, Minato, and Akalune found themselves at the brink of their endurance. The relentless pursuit had pushed them to their limits, testing not just their physical strength, but their mental resilience as well. While Shikuro and Bjorn had the advantage of the limitless, enhancing their stamina, it did little to fend off the gnawing hunger, the fatigue from sleep deprivation, and the ever-present stress that cloaked them like a suffocating shroud.

    Their strategy had been a game of shadows and light. They concealed themselves during the day when the sun was at its zenith, making visibility a threat to their concealment. The dense foliage, while oppressive, provided a necessary cover. Yet, this safety was a double-edged sword, as staying put meant battling the weariness that clawed at their minds and bodies.

    Night brought a different challenge. The cover of darkness was an ally, but navigating through the treacherous forest terrain was a perilous endeavor. Bjorn and Shikuro, despite their enhanced abilities, found themselves struggling in the inky darkness. The danger of injury loomed large, and after a couple of close calls, they unanimously decided that moving under the veil of night was too risky.

    The situation was exacerbated by the loss of their horses during a fierce ambush, a blow that significantly impeded their mobility. In the chaos of that encounter, Bjorn and Shikuro had momentarily turned on each other, mistaking each other for the enemy in the heat of battle. This incident, though resolved quickly, left a palpable tension in the air, a reminder of the strain they were all under.

    Yoru, in these dire circumstances, emerged as a beacon of hope. Her skills in tracking and evasion were invaluable. With a deft understanding of the terrain and a keen sense of awareness, she skillfully covered their tracks, leading their pursuers astray. Her efforts created a confusing trail that bought them precious time and distance from their relentless enemies.

    On the fourth night, as they huddled in a temporary hideout, Akalune returned from her scouting mission. Her report brought a brief respite from their mounting anxieties. ¡°We¡¯ve managed to set them off our trail, for now,¡± she announced, her eyes reflecting the faint moonlight that filtered through the branches.

    Shikuro, ever the strategist, questioned her confidence in such treacherous conditions. ¡°How can you be sure in this darkness?¡± he asked, his voice a mixture of admiration and doubt.

    Akalune, unshaken, responded with a calm assurance. ¡°I just know. There is none nearby and I even managed to get us some food..¡± Her confidence, though reassuring, couldn¡¯t entirely dispel the cloud of uncertainty that hung over them.

    Shikihime, recognizing the need for unity and trust, supported Akalune''s assessment. ¡°We must rely on each other¡¯s strengths. Yoru¡¯s and Akalune¡¯s skills have kept us ahead. We must continue to be cautious and clever,¡± she declared, her leadership qualities shining through the despair.

    In the heart of the dense forest, hidden beneath a thick canopy of leaves and branches, the group discovered a small cave. It was an inconspicuous shelter, difficult to spot unless one knew exactly where to look. For Shikihime, Shikuro, Bjorn, Yoru, Minato, and Akalune, it was a much-needed haven, a brief respite from the relentless pursuit that had hounded them for days. The cave, with its narrow entrance and shadowed interior, offered them a chance to rest, to gather their thoughts, and to plan their next move.

    As they settled inside the dimly lit cave, Shikihime called the others to gather around. The urgency of their situation required a clear strategy, and she was ready to lead the discussion. ¡°We need to understand our surroundings and the challenges we face,¡± she began, her voice echoing slightly off the cave walls. ¡°This forest, vast and untamed, is the largest in the country. It¡¯s home to creatures both wondrous and dangerous.¡±

    She spoke of the green panther bear, a formidable beast known for its stealth and strength. ¡°It lurks in the treetops, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey. We must be vigilant, for these woods are as perilous as our human pursuers.¡±

    Shikihime then turned to the matter of their location and possible destinations. ¡°We¡¯re surrounded by three cities,¡± she continued, her tone measured but laced with concern. ¡°The city we fled from is no longer safe for us. Its gates are undoubtedly being watched, and we can¡¯t risk leading our enemies back there.¡±

    Her gaze shifted to the map they had spread out on the cave floor, her finger tracing the paths to the other two cities. ¡°These, too, are likely compromised. If I were in control, I¡¯d have those cities heavily guarded, with patrols scouring the surrounding areas.¡± She paused, weighing her words carefully. ¡°But there¡¯s Vrastislava, about 14 to 16 days'' journey from here. It lies in the southern part of the Stardust Kingdom, away from the sea, but it¡¯s accessible by a river that connects to the ocean.¡±

    The suggestion hung in the air, a risky proposition that demanded careful consideration. ¡°Crossing the wide river to reach Vrastislava is a dangerous endeavor. It¡¯s a move few would dare to make, which is precisely why it could work in our favor. It¡¯s the unexpected nature of this path that might provide us with the advantage of surprise.¡±

    Shikihime paused, letting her words sink in. The group listened intently, aware that every decision now was a matter of life and death. ¡°Vrastislava is a countryside city,¡± she continued. ¡°Its people are known for their hospitality and friendliness, a stark contrast to the guarded nature of larger cities. This could work to our advantage.¡±

    The group pondered her words, each lost in their thoughts. Shikuro, always the tactician, nodded in agreement. ¡°It¡¯s a bold plan, but boldness might be our best ally right now.¡±

    As Shikihime''s words echoed in the small cave, each member of the group absorbed the gravity of their situation. The silence that followed was a testament to the seriousness of their predicament. Then, breaking the silence, Shikihime spoke again, her voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty. ¡°I might know a way to cross the river,¡± she revealed. ¡°Our operatives have used a similar route in this area. I remember reading about it in one of the reports.¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

    The revelation brought a flicker of interest to the weary faces around her. However, Shikihime was quick to temper their rising hopes with a dose of reality. ¡°The problem is, we don¡¯t know our exact location, and I''ve never seen the place myself. It¡¯s going to be perilous, and there¡¯s a chance it might not even work.¡±

    Yoru, usually reserved and observant, surprised everyone with her sudden confidence. ¡°I can find it,¡± she asserted, her voice ringing with a certainty that seemed to fill the cramped space. Her assurance, so firmly spoken, even took Shikihime aback.

    ¡°How can you be so sure, Yoru?¡± Shikihime couldn''t help but ask, her eyes searching Yoru¡¯s for an answer.

    Yoru turned to face the others, her expression serious yet confident. ¡°The report was written by one of my friends. We were trained by the same teacher and use very similar tactics and markings. I¡¯m certain I can find it, or at least what¡¯s left of it.¡±

    Shikuro, deep in thought, mulled over this new information. ¡°How do we know so much about the Stardust Kingdom?¡± he pondered aloud, voicing a question that seemed to hang in the air.

    The question caught Yoru, Akalune, Minato, and Shikihime off guard. For a moment, there was a stunned silence as they processed Shikuro¡¯s inquiry.

    Shikihime, after a brief hesitation, answered, her voice laced with a hint of melancholy. ¡°We know because it¡¯s the only hostile country bordering our Dynasty. A significant amount of effort is spent on gathering information about them.¡± She paused, as if choosing her words carefully. ¡°In fact, I know the history of the Stardust Kingdom better than that of the Iskaldt Rike Realm.¡±

    Shikihime''s mind wandered back to the lessons she had learned about the Stardust Kingdom, a realm steeped in tradition and governed by deeply ingrained beliefs. The Kingdom, a stronghold of patriarchal rule, had long held a specific view on the roles of men and women, especially those endowed with gifts. Women, blessed with the gift, were traditionally relegated to humanitarian roles. They were expected to be teachers, mothers, administrators ¨C anything that kept them away from the front lines of conflict. This was rooted in the belief that women possessed qualities distinct from men, qualities that were best utilized in nurturing and non-combative capacities.

    The cultural and political fabric of the Stardust Kingdom was intrinsically linked to a unique gift known as the Astral Knowledge. This gift was revered for its ability to enhance and accelerate the learning process, granting its users near-absolute memory and a profound depth of understanding in various disciplines. While many possessed this gift, only a few could harness its full potential. King Giovani of the Stardust Kingdom was a paragon among them ¨C exceptionally gifted, he had led his nation into a period of prosperity and burgeoning confidence.

    Under his reign, the Kingdom had strengthened its alliance with the Longyue Divinity, a nation that shared its views on the divine purpose of the gifted. Longyue Divinity was known for its zealous religious fervor, a stark contrast to the devout yet less fanatical spirituality of the Stardust Kingdom. For nearly a century, Longyue Divinity had waged wars against neighboring countries, with the Stardust Kingdom providing vital support in the form of supplies and resources. This alliance was part of a larger, more ominous strategy, as the Kingdom quietly amassed soldiers and resources, an indication of the brewing storm on the horizon.

    In the world where Shikihime lived, out of the seven grand countries, five were ruled by gifted users. However, the Stardust Kingdom acknowledged only three of these gifts as primary and truly valuable. These primary gifts were deemed practical and significantly more advantageous compared to others. Therefore, the Kingdom held some level of respect only for the Iskaldt Rike Realm and Longyue Divinity, countries they believed were properly utilizing the gifts of their rulers.

    In stark contrast stood the Kurayami Dynasty, a nation without any known gift, and Valoria, whose gift was intriguing yet not deemed practical. The Valoria''s gift, known as the Sleepless, granted its people the ability not to require sleep. While this was a unique and remarkable ability, it did not offer any direct military or developmental advantage, at least in the eyes of the Stardust Kingdom. Consequently, they viewed these gifts as secondary, leading to a certain condescension towards the nations that possessed them.

    Lost in her thoughts, Shikihime reflected on the irony of these perceptions. The Stardust Kingdom, with its rigid beliefs and classifications of gifts, failed to see the broader potential and diverse strengths of different gifts. "What an irony," she mused, her mind acknowledging the narrow-mindedness that often blinded nations to the true potential of their people.

    But reality beckoned, pulling Shikihime back from her reverie. The present situation demanded her focus, and the weight of their current predicament settled back on her shoulders. The knowledge she possessed about the Stardust Kingdom and its intricacies was more than just historical facts; it was a strategic advantage, a tool that could be wielded in the days to come.

    Interlude: Shikihime (Young) Lessons

    At the young age of ten, Shikihime was already distinguished among her peers for her advanced abilities in reading, speaking, and mathematics. It was during these formative years that she began attending advanced lessons, a testament to her exceptional intellect and capacity for learning. One particular lesson from this period remained vividly etched in her memory, shaping her understanding of her homeland and its place in the world.

    Her teacher, an erudite scholar with a deep knowledge of history and geopolitics, was a guiding light in these lessons. On this particular day, he was discussing the Kurayami Dynasty, unfolding the rich tapestry of its history and culture before the young, eager minds in his class. Shikihime, always attentive and curious, listened with rapt attention as he described the dynasty''s storied past.

    ¡°The Kurayami Dynasty,¡± her teacher began, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and pride, ¡°is situated on a sprawling peninsula and boasts a history that spans 653 years.¡± He spoke of the dynasty''s resilience and enduring legacy, painting a picture of a nation that had stood the test of time.

    As he delved deeper into the lecture, he touched upon the capital city and other significant landmarks, each with its own story and significance. But what truly set the Kurayami Dynasty apart, as her teacher explained, was its unique status as the longest-standing country without any gifted individuals.

    ¡°In a world where the gifted often rise to power, sometimes with benevolence, other times with tyranny, our dynasty has remained an exception,¡± he elucidated. ¡°Throughout history, small countries have emerged in rebellion against gifted and abusive rulers. But the Kurayami Dynasty, since its establishment, has thrived and expanded its territories without the influence of any gifts.¡±

    He spoke of how the dynasty had managed to push the Valorians behind the mountains and had engaged in two major wars with the Stardust Kingdom, each conflict a testament to the strategic and military prowess of a nation unaided by supernatural gifts.

    The lesson took a thought-provoking turn as the teacher concluded his explanation. ¡°At least, this is what the outside world knows of us and thinks,¡± he said.

 Hunt - Truth

    As they continued their arduous journey southwest, the forest around them grew increasingly dense and treacherous. The thick canopy above allowed only slivers of light to penetrate, creating areas where visibility was drastically reduced. For Shikuro and Bjorn, this environment was particularly challenging. The limited light and the uneven terrain tested their resolve and strength, with Bjorn visibly struggling and Shikuro growing increasingly disoriented.

    One night, sensing the growing tension within the group, Shikihime called for a discussion. The seriousness of her demeanor was palpable as she took a deep, steadying breath, like someone bracing themselves to face a formidable adversary. It seemed as though she was on the cusp of making a decision that would alter the course of their journey, perhaps even their lives.

    Yoru, perceptive as ever, seemed to understand the internal struggle Shikihime was grappling with. She spoke up, her voice calm yet firm, ¡°You don¡¯t have to do this. We will find a way through. The risk is too great right now.¡±

    Before Shikihime could respond, Shikuro, already in a foul mood from the day''s hardships, demanded, ¡°What are you hiding from us?¡± His voice, tinged with frustration and exhaustion, echoed in the stillness of the night.

    Bjorn, the silent observer, remained quiet, his gaze fixed on Shikihime. He was a man of few words, but his presence was always felt, a steady force amidst the uncertainty.

    Shikihime turned to face Shikuro, stepping closer to him. She reached out, placing her hand gently on his cheek, an action that seemed to momentarily bridge the gap between them. Drawing another deep breath, she looked into his eyes and then briefly at Bjorn.

    ¡°I am about to share something with you,¡± she began, her voice barely above a whisper. ¡°But before I do, I need a promise from both of you.¡± She paused, her gaze moving from Shikuro to Bjorn and back again. ¡°Promise me, on your honor, that you will not speak of this to anyone without our consent. Not to your inner circle, not to your king. This stays between us, unless I decide otherwise. You must take it to your grave.¡±

    Shikuro, initially skeptical, expecting some sort of jest from Shikihime to lighten the mood, saw something else entirely when he looked into her eyes. There was no hint of teasing; instead, her eyes were filled with desperation, regret, and fear. It was an expression he had never seen on Shikihime before ¨C a vulnerability that she rarely showed. The gravity of the moment was not lost on him.

    He glanced at Bjorn, who remained silent but attentive, then turned back to Shikihime. With a newfound seriousness, he made his vow. ¡°I, Shikuro Frostgard of the Iskaldt Rike Realm, swear on my name, my honor, and my country, that whatever you reveal to us will not be shared by me with anyone else.¡± After his vow, Bjorn knelt before Shikihime and swear as well as Shikuro.

    In the dim light of their makeshift shelter, Shikihime''s revelation hung heavy in the air. Minato and Akalune, upon hearing her initial words, wore expressions of doubt and uncertainty. Shikihime, despite her own reservations, felt a compelling need to reveal the truth that had been weighing on her heart. Turning to face Shikuro directly, she locked eyes with him and spoke with a resolve that belied her inner turmoil.

    ¡°I am Tomoe Kurayami of the Kurayami Dynasty. My father is Kaito Kurayami, and my younger sister, Shikihime, was assassinated two days before her scheduled departure to the Iskaldt Rike Realm,¡± she confessed, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of pain.

    Shikuro, taken aback, interjected with a mix of anger and disbelief. ¡°What the hell are you talking about!¡± he exclaimed, unable to conceal his shock. ¡°What do you...¡±

    But Shikihime, gathering every ounce of her strength, interrupted him firmly. ¡°Listen. It is taking everything I have at this moment to talk it out. Be quiet and listen.¡± Her plea was both a command and a plea for understanding.

    As Shikuro was about to protest, Bjorn stepped in. His usually reserved demeanor gave way to a stern assertiveness. ¡°Let the lady finish,¡± he said, his voice carrying a note of respect and wisdom. ¡°She is not telling this out of her regrets. There is a deeper meaning. Listen, analyze, and then judge.¡±

    Shikuro, momentarily swayed by Bjorn¡¯s words, turned back to Shikihime, his expression softening into a nod, signaling her to continue.

    Shikihime resumed her story, her voice a soft murmur that resonated with profound sorrow. ¡°My sister was assassinated by agents of the Stardust Kingdom, and I was there. I even fought one of her assassins. My original mission of escorting my sister into your realm changed drastically¡ªto take over as Shikihime, to avoid any question about the potential alliance.¡±

    The weight of her words was palpable, each syllable heavy with the burden of her secret. ¡°I am a royal princess, and I share a similar background to my sister. I could have remained Tomoe, but there was uncertainty. We were unsure if your realm was part of the assassination plot. We couldn¡¯t admit to having lost a princess right under our watch. It was a tragedy of immense proportions for me. That day, I lost not just my sister, but my personality, my freedom, my identity.¡±

    As she spoke, her eyes conveyed a depth of loss and sacrifice that words could scarcely capture. The group, now privy to her true identity and the heavy mantle she had been carrying, was enveloped in a somber silence. Shikihime, Tomoe, stood before them, a princess who had been thrust into an unimaginable situation, forced to assume a role that was both a shield and a burden.

    In the stillness of their hidden refuge, Shikihime''s words resonated with a profound truth that had been concealed for so long. She continued her revelation, recounting the events that had transpired since her arrival in disguise.

    "I was constantly on guard, suspecting everyone and everything. I ordered preparations for a potential second assassination attempt, fortifying the estate and readying the staff for combat," she explained, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of lingering fear. "I had a strong intuition that the assassins would return to finish what they started. And I was right."

    She paused, her gaze distant as she relived those moments. Shikuro, connecting the dots, interjected, "You mean the estate attack?"

    "That''s correct," Shikihime confirmed. "During that attack, I encountered one of the assassins I had fought on the night of my sister''s death. I was overwhelmed with rage and pursued her, seeking vengeance. It was a reckless decision, driven by my emotions."

    Bjorn nodded, understanding the depth of her feelings. Shikuro remained silent, his frown deepening as he absorbed the gravity of her words.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

    Shikihime then revealed the true purpose of her confession. "The reason I''m telling you this is that we, the Kurayami Dynasty, are believed to be giftless. But that is merely a facade. We are gifted, but we conceal it from the world. Even within our own ranks, only those who awaken their gift to a certain degree are privy to the truth."

    At this, Shikuro and Bjorn exchanged confused glances. Shikuro broke the silence with a question that hung heavily in the air. "What do you mean by ''gift''? Like my limitless?" he asked, skepticism lacing his voice.

    Shikihime nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Shikuro, just as your gift is called limitless, ours is known as darkness." Her admission seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders, even as it added a new layer of complexity to their situation.

    Shikuro''s expression shifted as he tried to piece together this new information. Bjorn, ever the pragmatist, asked, "Is this why you were able to defend the estate with so few casualties?"

    "Yes," Shikihime replied. "Our gift, darkness, allows us to see in any light condition. In rare instances, it can also enhance our physical abilities in darkness. Akalune here is one of the few whose physical prowess is heightened by it. The ambush they set for us, under poor lighting conditions, turned out to be their downfall."

    In the quiet of their secluded refuge, Shikihime''s revelations continued, casting new light on their strategy and the path ahead. "For us, moving in the dark is our greatest advantage. But I need to be honest with you now; it¡¯s better you hear the truth from me than start piecing it together later. I trust you, Shikuro, and I need you to trust us too. Let us watch your back, as you watch ours," she implored, her voice tinged with earnestness.

    Shikihime then outlined a new approach for their journey. "During times of reduced visibility, Akalune will take the lead. Her gift allows her to see perfectly in darkness. She''ll guide Bjorn, holding his hand to lead him safely. We can''t afford any injuries, especially with the river crossing ahead."

    She turned her attention to the others. "Minato will pair with Yoru, and I¡¯ll be with you, Shikuro. We need to adjust our rest schedule too. Proper breaks during the day are necessary; the night watch and scouting are wearing us down ¨C Minato, Akalune, and me. We don''t have the same stamina as you two. Traveling at night is too risky for us, but we can set false tracks to mislead anyone following us."

    Shikuro, absorbing the new plan, asked a pointed question. "Why only three of you on night watch? Is Yoru special, not getting tired in the dark?"

    Shikihime''s response came with a gentle, teasing smile. "No, my dear lord, Yoru is a commoner, not gifted at all."

    This led Bjorn to openly question, "What do you mean by ''giftless''? But how does she manage in such low visibility?"

    Yoru replied matter-of-factly, "It''s just experience. I''ve done many missions in the forest as a tracker, not a direct soldier. It''s the difference in experience that counts."

    Bjorn, visibly impressed and somewhat humbled by her words, mused aloud, "Only experience? So we could be the same but are just unaccustomed?"

    Yoru reassured him, "You''re not failures, just warriors with a different approach to fighting and different background."

    Shikuro, piecing together the information, realized the significance of Yoru''s skills. "So that''s how you spotted those who tracked us? You saw them in the darkness?"

    "Correct," Shikihime confirmed. "We used the night to our advantage to ambush them. But my failure was that I somehow missed the ones who were right in front of us..."

    Minato interjected, offering support to Shikihime. "That''s enough, Shikihime. You''re not omnipotent. No one saw them, and there are other gifted ones out there."

    In the quietude of their shelter, Shikihime''s gaze rested upon Shikuro, her eyes seeking an answer, a sign of trust. "Can you trust me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of her question filled the space, leaving a palpable tension in the air.

    Shikuro remained silent, his thoughts a tumultuous sea. The silence stretched on, feeling like an eternity to the group. Finally, he broke the stillness with a question that seemed to echo his inner turmoil. "Was everything just an act?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and pain.

    Shikihime met his gaze squarely, her eyes reflecting a depth of sincerity. "Nearly nothing was an act. No one in your realm knew Shikihime, so I didn¡¯t have to impersonate her much. She was more serious than me. The teasing, my feelings for you ¨C they are mine alone. No one can take that from me. No one."

    Shikuro tried to process her words, to reconcile the woman he knew with the revelations now laid bare before him. After a moment, he responded, accepting her proposed plan. "Let''s go with your idea," he said, closing his eyes briefly as if to gather his thoughts. "I need some time to absorb all this. My trust was shaken, but I still trust you." He then looked at her again, his expression searching. "Is there more you are hiding?"

    Shikihime''s response was frank. "I hide many things, but nothing more about me and our gifts. If the Dynasty learned of this, my life would be in danger. I¡¯m risking a lot by telling you this... and..."

    Shikuro, intrigued by her hesitation, urged her to continue. "And what?"

    Shikihime¡¯s voice wavered slightly, revealing her vulnerability. "I risked ruining the possibility of a harmonious life, a life that could lead to happiness. I wish to stay in the realm, to survive this ordeal, and to kill those who orchestrated this against us. If we don''t reappear soon, they might declare us dead, leading to war or the collapse of the alliance."

    Shikuro, visibly moved by Shikihime''s, or rather Tomoe¡¯s, candidness, asked, "What should I call you then?"

    Looking down, Shikihime replied softly, "Shikihime. We can''t risk you slipping. Tomoe died months ago. This is something I have come to terms with. I told you because I wanted you to know, not because you needed to. I hoped our feelings were mutual."

    Shikuro''s response was a silent contemplation. He wrestled with his emotions, trying to understand the depth of his feelings for the woman before him. Was it Shikihime or Tomoe he had grown fond of? He recognized her truthfulness and the risk she took in revealing her secret. His rational side accepted her explanation, yet his emotions were in disarray, seeking clarity amidst the revelations.

    Interlude: Archduke Harald Frostgard

    In the private chambers of King Ivar, Archduke Harald Frostgard sat, sharing a beer and discussing the future. The room, richly adorned and steeped in the history of the Iskaldt Rike Realm, bore witness to their strategic deliberations.

    Ivar, with a ruler¡¯s foresight, broached a crucial topic. ¡°I desire for one of your children to marry into the Kurayami Dynasty. It¡¯s essential for the Realm to forge a pact, perhaps even an alliance with them,¡± he stated, his voice carrying the weight of his royal responsibility.

    Harald, his expression contemplative, responded to his King. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll name my firstborn in a way that resonates with the Dynasty, showing our willingness to take the first step. And ensure that the child is sent off as soon as feasible.¡± He paused, a hint of distaste in his tone. ¡°As for my second wife, if she doesn¡¯t bear a son, I can count on one of your sons, right?¡±

    Ivar nodded, but his curiosity was piqued. ¡°Why such disdain for your first wife?¡± he inquired.

    Harald, surprised by the question, replied candidly. ¡°What¡¯s there to like? She was imposed upon me, always making absurd demands, endlessly irritating. If I had my way, I¡¯d have sent her to the afterlife long ago.¡±

    Ivar, though surprised by the harshness of Harald¡¯s words, tried to lighten the mood with a joke about his own marital challenges. ¡°All three of my wives are demanding. Had I known, I¡¯d have stuck with just one,¡± he chuckled.

    However, Harald remained unamused, his mind clearly elsewhere. ¡°I¡¯ve done my duty by fathering a child with her. That child will be used for your political schemes, and the sooner it¡¯s sent to the Dynasty, the better.¡±

    Ivar, with a hint of concern, reminded him, ¡°But you realize, until that child leaves for the Dynasty, he is next in line and, in your absence, the head of the house.¡±

    Harald¡¯s chuckle was dark and knowing. ¡°I¡¯ll make sure the boy knows his place.¡±

    Tragically, a few weeks later, both of Harald¡¯s wives died during childbirth. In a turn of grim irony, Harald himself fell victim to assassins linked to his first wife, who had plotted to ensure her child''s succession if the second wife bore a son. The second son, however, mysteriously disappeared, his fate becoming a whispered question in the halls of power.

 Hunt - Counterattack

    The morning after Shikihime''s revelation, a palpable change had come over Shikuro. He was notably quieter, reflecting the inner turmoil stirred by the truths uncovered the night before. Yet, in a silent show of trust and acceptance, he took Shikihime''s hand, allowing her to guide him through the dark forest.

    As they cautiously navigated their way, Shikihime, ever vigilant, noticed another group trailing them in the distance. Recognizing them as a search party, she quickly alerted the others, signaling them to find cover. The urgency of the situation was clear; they needed to act swiftly and decisively.

    Bjorn, seeking clarity amidst the sudden shift in their situation, inquired about what was happening. Minato confirmed that they were being pursued, a fact that prompted a strategic response from Shikihime. "We will attack them tonight," she declared, her tone resolute. "In the pitch black, we''ll have the upper hand."

    Yoru, sidelined by the limitations of the dark environment, expressed her dissatisfaction with being unable to join the offensive. Shikuro, concerned about the risks, suggested the possibility of a daytime confrontation, but Shikihime was quick to point out the strategic advantage of a nocturnal assault. "They won''t travel at night for fear of using torches and revealing their position. We must use this to our advantage."

    Bjorn, seeking further details, asked about Shikihime''s plan. She explained that their approach would involve scouting, analysis, and if feasible, neutralization of the threat. However, she also acknowledged the drawback of their plan. "Killing them outright will expose our position," she mused, her mind racing for alternatives.

    It was then that Yoru proposed a cunning, albeit risky, solution: poisoning the search party''s food to make their deaths appear accidental. The suggestion sparked a debate among the group. Minato pointed out the dangers of such a tactic, advocating instead for a straightforward ambush to secure their supplies.

    "If it takes days, or even weeks, for them to be found, the forest and its beasts will likely obscure the true cause of their deaths," Minato argued, emphasizing the practicality of his approach.

    That night, under the cover of darkness, Shikihime set out on a crucial mission, leaving Shikuro, Bjorn, and Yoru behind. The three maintained a vigilant silence, each lost in their thoughts as they awaited Shikihime''s return from her reconnaissance.

    Approximately two kilometers away, Shikihime meticulously observed the enemy camp. She counted ten adversaries, with three on guard duty. The camp was heavily fortified with traps, a clear indication that the enemy had anticipated their tactics and prepared countermeasures. Despite the risks, Shikihime noted valuable resources within the camp: bows, food, potentially lifesaving medicine, blankets for the cold nights, and a tent. Weighing the risks against the benefits, the decision to engage was a difficult one.

    Minato, studying the camp''s layout, came up with a strategic plan. In the center of the camp, a small campfire was enclosed by four walls of cloth, designed to conceal its light. His plan was to extinguish the campfire, plunging the camp into darkness and giving them the advantage.

    Shikihime and Akalune positioned themselves to take out the guards silently. Minato, with a bucket of water, stealthily climbed a tree above the campfire. His action would be the signal for the ambush. As he doused the fire, the embers flickered and died, casting the camp into darkness and turning the hunters into prey.

    The surprise attack was swift and effective. Three hours later, the group reunited, bringing with them the spoils of their daring raid. Akalune had sustained a head injury but was quickly tended to with first aid. Their haul included travel bags, food supplies, medicine, bows and arrows, ropes, blankets, and a tent.

    Bjorn, assessing their gains, wondered if they should return to loot the rest of the camp. However, Shikuro, focused on their primary objective, emphasized the need to press forward. "Time is of the essence. We should hurry and cross the river. Once we¡¯re across, we can afford some respite," he advised, his decision evident in his tone.

    Shikihime concurred, her eyes set on their next milestone. "We''re halfway to Vrastislava. We need to endure until then," she stated, her resolve unwavering.

    The following day, after a cautious journey through the dense forest, the group reached the edge of the river. Understanding the need for discretion and safety, they opted to set up their camp a little deeper in the forest, yet close enough to the river to keep an eye on their objective. The proximity to the river offered them both strategic advantage and a hidden vantage point, crucial for their next move.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.

    The opposite bank of the river presented a stark contrast to their current location. The forest there was thinner, offering less cover but better visibility during the day. This difference in the terrain was something they needed to consider for their crossing.

    Yoru, with her expertise in tracking and reconnaissance, took the lead in searching for signs of an outpost or any remnants left by intelligence operatives that might aid in their crossing of the wild river. Her skills were vital in such a situation, where the slightest clue could mean the difference between a safe passage and a perilous one.

    As Yoru scoured the area, the rest of the group took the opportunity to rest and prepare. They knew that crossing the river would be a challenging endeavor, requiring both physical prowess and strategic planning. The river, with its unpredictable currents and hidden dangers, was not to be underestimated.

    Shikihime, Shikuro, Bjorn, Minato, and Akalune used this time to take stock of their supplies, tend to their equipment, and mentally prepare for the next phase of their journey. The recent raid had provided them with additional resources, but they were aware that the journey ahead would test their limits.

    Yoru''s return just before sunset brought with it a sense of anticipation. She had possibly located the spot they were searching for, but needed someone with keener eyesight for confirmation. Understanding her implication, the group prepared for the next phase of their mission.

    The following day, after a two-hour trek led by Yoru, they reached a location where the dense arrangement of trees significantly reduced visibility. However, from this point, the river was clearly visible. The group gathered around, curious about what they were supposed to find.

    Yoru pointed out a distinct mark on a tree, initially dismissed by Shikihime as animal claws. Upon closer inspection, Shikihime realized the significance of the mark ¨C it resembled the claws of a black tiger, a creature not native to these parts. It was a cleverly disguised sign, something only someone familiar with the Dynasty''s operatives would recognize.

    Agreeing with Yoru''s assessment, Shikihime deduced that the mark indicated the proximity of a hidden outpost or resource utilized by their operatives. The group began an intensive search of the area, their eyes scanning every possible nook and cranny for further clues.

    After about an day of searching, it was Akalune who made the next discovery. They approached a large tree with a peculiar, dull spot on its surface. As Shikihime and Yoru examined it closely, Shikihime found a small lever concealed within what appeared to be a solid part of the tree. With a sense of trepidation, she reached in and pulled the lever, resulting in a faint clicking sound emanating from the ground.

    The group frantically searched the surrounding area until Shikihime located a section of ground where she could fit her fingers. She attempted to pry it open but found it too heavy to lift. Shikuro stepped in to assist and, with his formidable strength, managed to open it completely on his own, revealing an entrance to a pitch-black underground base.

    Interlude: Prince Leif Decision

    Prince Leif, aboard his flagship and flanked by two fleets, approached the shores of Frostgard with a mind burdened by recent reports and suspicions. His intent was clear ¨C he needed to address the troubling developments within the Iskaldt Rike Realm, particularly the alarming involvement of Archduke Aldrik.

    Upon landing, Leif was met by Ingrid and Erik, both displaying a mix of sorrow and determination. The gravity of their expressions foretold the seriousness of their news.

    Ingrid stepped forward first, her voice steady but laced with concern. "Your Highness, we''ve confirmed that Sagar is a traitor. We have proof."

    Leif''s expression hardened. "Show me."

    Erik produced documents and evidence, pointing out communication lines and various correspondences that revealed a sinister plot. "It''s clear, Your Highness. Sagar has been in league with the Stardust Kingdom. And it appears he''s had help from within our own realm."

    Leif''s eyes narrowed, processing the revelation. "This betrayal runs deep. We must investigate further."

    Erik nodded, his voice heavy with responsibility. "We believe that Archduke Aldrik''s Duchy of Eirtaoir is involved. Sagar''s connections there are too convenient to be a coincidence. But we lack the jurisdiction to investigate other duchies."

    Leif considered his next steps carefully. "I will handle this personally. The crown must act to uncover the truth."

    He then turned his attention to the letter from the Kurayami Dynasty, informing him of their independent search in the Stardust Kingdom and the mobilization of their fleets. "This is a delicate situation. It could easily escalate to war."

    Ingrid broke the silence. "Your Highness, I suggest I lead an expedition to the Stardust Kingdom for negotiations."

    Erik interjected, a hint of protest in his tone. "I should be the one to go, Your Highness. I need to restore my honor."

    Leif looked at Ingrid, who responded with a nod of understanding. "I''ll remain here with the regent seal, then."

    Erik hesitated but eventually handed over the seal to Ingrid. Leif, appreciating Erik''s dedication, offered him command of a fleet, but Erik declined. "I''ll lead mercenaries instead. We can''t weaken Frostgard''s defenses."

    Leif acknowledged Erik''s decision with a nod. "Very well. Keep me informed of your findings."

    The conversation shifted to the disappearance of Shikuro and Shikihime. Erik listened intently, absorbing every detail.

    Finally, with a salute, Erik departed, his parting words resolute. "I will find Shikuro and Shikihime, Your Highness. And if the Kingdom is involved, I''ll uncover their role in this."

    Prince Leif watched Erik leave, his thoughts heavy with the burden of leadership. The realm was on the brink of a political maelstrom, and his actions in the coming days would be crucial in navigating these treacherous waters.

 Hunt - Information

    Shikihime''s silhouette vanished into the shadows, her warning echoing in the stillness of the underground passage. "Don''t follow me, if I don''t return in an hour. Leave." Her voice, usually so commanding, carried a tremor of uncertainty that Shikuro had never heard before. He moved forward instinctively, but the engulfing darkness swallowed her whole.

    Turning to Yoru, Shikuro''s eyes were resolute. "We won''t leave. We are getting back together or not at all." Yoru''s nod was silent, her usual sharp retort absent. She seemed distant, her gaze fixed on the forbidding entrance where Shikihime had disappeared.

    Time dragged on heavily, each tick of the clock stretching endlessly for Shikuro. His restless pacing betrayed his inner turmoil. In stark contrast, Minato and Akalune lay motionless, their breathing steady. Whether it was sleep or an act, Shikuro couldn''t tell.

    As the hour mark approached, Shikuro''s patience frayed. "How can they sleep when she''s in danger?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

    Yoru''s response was calm but firm. "They sleep because if she doesn''t return, they''ll need all their strength to bring her back. We''re doing the right thing." Her words were a gentle reminder of their physical limitations ¨C a stark contrast to Shikuro''s seemingly boundless energy.

    Bjorn¡¯s voice broke the quiet. ¡°We don¡¯t understand it, so we need to express ourselves. And sooner rather than later. If we need to pace down, it¡¯s enough to say it.¡± His words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding and communication.

    Before Shikuro could respond, Shikihime reappeared from the underground. He studied her closely. The physical toll was evident on her ¨C weight loss, red, swollen eyes, and a pallor to her skin. They all needed rest, but could they afford to take it with the river yet to cross?

    Shikihime tried to stand tall but collapsed, gasping for air. The group rushed to her side, concern etched on every face. "There''s not enough air... I just need to catch my breath," she managed to say.

    After Shikihime regained her breath, she began to relay her findings. "I found a tunnel leading under the river to the other side, but there''s a heavy obstruction on the exit doors. I could only lift it slightly; it''s beyond my strength to move it alone. And there''s not enough room for two people to work on it together. If we can''t force it open, we''re stuck," she explained, her voice strained but determined.

    She glanced at Shikuro and Bjorn, continuing, "There''s also a small room. It looks like it''s visited monthly, but unfortunately, the next visit isn''t due for another week. We can''t wait that long; they might catch us. I''ve left a coded message saying we''re alive and heading for the Black Sun Company in one of the cities. According to a map I found, we''re about four to five days from Vrastislava, which is ahead of schedule by two days. But our main challenge is opening those doors on the other side of the tunnel."

    Before Shikuro could respond, Bjorn interjected, "I''ll go and try to open it. If I succeed, we show up on the other side of the river. I think Shikihime and Shikuro should follow, but I need someone to guide me there." As he spoke, Shikihime''s strength gave out, and she collapsed, unconscious.

    A wave of panic swept through the group. Shikuro''s face reflected a turmoil of guilt and realisation. In that moment, he understood that the woman he cared for in Frostgard, regardless of her name or past, was still the same person. He resolved to marry her, to make amends for the hardships she endured, and to protect her at all costs. His determination was unwavering: survive, return, and confront their enemies.

    Yoru, after quickly examining Shikihime, reassured the group, "She''s just exhausted. Rest will help her recover." Shikuro turned to Bjorn, his voice firm with newfound resolve. "Go with Akalune. Open those doors. Make sure it''s done, and don''t fail." Bjorn nodded, understanding the gravity of the task, and set off with Akalune, leaving Shikuro to watch over Shikihime with a protective gaze.

    In the thickening gloom of the forest, Shikuro sat beside Shikihime, his thoughts a tumultuous storm. He was coming to terms with his own ignorance, realizing that his and Bjorn''s hardy endurance was not a standard that could be applied to the others. This sobering realization weighed heavily on him, and he began to gently stroke Shikihime''s hair, lost in contemplation.

    The silence around them was only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves or distant call of a night creature. Shikuro''s mind raced with thoughts of the journey they had undertaken, the dangers they had faced, and the fatigue that had crept into their bones. He watched Minato and Yoru, who seemed to be either sleeping or feigning sleep. How could they find rest at such a time? he wondered.

    Shikuro¡¯s internal monologue was interrupted by Minato¡¯s voice, breaking the silence with the news that Bjorn and Akalune had successfully emerged on the other side of the river. It was a glimmer of hope, yet they couldn''t proceed just yet. Shikuro turned to Minato and Yoru, his voice firm yet tinged with fatigue, "You two go ahead. I want to give her a little more time to rest. Once you¡¯re across, I¡¯ll wake her and follow with her.¡±

    Yoru''s expression showed her reluctance, but before she could voice her concerns, Minato interceded, his tone pragmatic. He understood the gravity of the situation and the need for swift action. With a nod from Yoru, the pair descended into the tunnel, leaving Shikuro alone with his thoughts and the slumbering Shikihime.Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.

    As he sat there, Shikuro''s gaze alternated between the stirring figure of Shikihime and the distant riverbank where their comrades had vanished. A sudden impulse seized him, and he leaned in towards Shikihime, intending to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek. But in the dim light, his aim was askew, and his lips brushed hers instead. Startled, Shikihime¡¯s eyes fluttered open, catching Shikuro in the act. Her reaction was not of anger but of a weak, teasing remark, ¡°You know, if these were different circumstances, I might continue, but lying on the ground like this isn¡¯t exactly romantic. My back is killing me.¡±

    Her playful response eased the tension, and Shikuro couldn''t help but smile, despite the gravity of their situation. He offered her his hand, helping her to sit up more comfortably. "We''ll get through this," he said, more to reassure himself than her. "Together."

    Shikihime sat up slowly, her breathing still labored from her ordeal in the tunnel. She leaned against a tree, her eyes scanning the surroundings as Shikuro sat beside her, a look of concern etched on his face.

    "Where are the others?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

    "Bjorn and Akalune have made it to the other side of the river. Minato and Yoru just left a few minutes ago," Shikuro replied, his eyes not leaving her. "I¡¯m waiting to see them emerge on the other side. Are you sure you can make it through the tunnel? It¡¯s a 30-minute walk, even in your condition."

    Shikihime closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her strength. "I''ll manage," she said finally. "I have to. It¡¯s our only way out." Her voice, though weak, carried a determination that Shikuro had come to admire.

    Shikuro''s brow furrowed with worry. "At least? What do you mean? What aren¡¯t you telling me?"

    "I think I''ve caught a flu or something similar," she confessed, avoiding his gaze. "I''ve been using herbs to suppress the fever, but we''ve run out. I fear I might slow you down."

    "Nonsense," Shikuro retorted, his voice rising with emotion. "We''re not leaving without you, and you''re not slowing us down. I have enough stamina for both of us. I''ll carry you if I have to."

    Shikihime gave a weak smile but didn''t argue further. Just then, Shikuro saw Minato appear on the other side of the river. He turned back to Shikihime, his resolve hardening. "I need you to get us through that tunnel. After that, I''ll take care of everything else."

    Interlude: Nightblack Wrath

    The grand hall of Nobr Castle, the heart of the Duchy of Dawntime, echoed with tension. General Nightblack, a figure known for his ruthless efficiency, paced before a kneeling Hawk. The mercenary leader''s face was etched with a mix of fear and defiance. Nearby, the lifeless body of Hawk''s second-in-command served as a grim reminder of the gravity of their situation.

    Hawk, leader of a seasoned band of mercenaries, had accepted what seemed like a straightforward, lucrative mission from the Stardust Kingdom. His task was to discreetly shadow an envoy, including Shikihime, and coordinate a deadly ambush far from prying eyes. What was supposed to be a simple operation had disastrously backfired. Now, with a significant loss of his men and the mission''s failure, Hawk found himself at the mercy of Nightblack''s wrath.

    One of Hawk''s elite tracking units, known for their stealth and effectiveness, had been uncharacteristically discovered and neutralized. This blunder had left the main ambush force, positioned for a rear attack, completely absent when needed. The frontal assault force, caught off guard, suffered heavy losses ¨C a staggering 50% casualty rate. In just a single day, Hawk''s formidable force was reduced by a quarter.

    Nightblack''s voice cut through the heavy silence, "Explain yourself, Hawk!" His tone was laced with anger and disappointment. "I paid you handsomely, equipped you with horses, provided a detailed plan... and yet, you failed spectacularly. The primary target of the ambush is still at large, evading even your so-called ''best trackers''. Give me a reason, an excuse ¨C anything that holds a semblance of logic. Otherwise, I assure you, your entire group will face the consequences."

    Hawk swallowed hard, knowing that his next words might seal his fate. "General, the failure was unforeseen. My men are skilled, but we encountered resistance unlike any we''ve faced before. The envoy... they were prepared, as if they knew we were coming. It''s as though they were one step ahead at every turn."

    Nightblack''s imposing figure loomed over Hawk, his presence casting an intimidating shadow in the dimly lit chamber of the castle in Nobr. His voice, cold and unyielding, broke the heavy silence. "Blaming treachery for your incompetence? They were on high alert because your men were compromised. A failure of oversight, nothing more. As of now, you''re a dead man walking. Convince me otherwise."

    Hawk, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, scrambled for a plausible explanation. "The intelligence was flawed! We faced not just any soldiers, but blue steel warriors from both the Realm and the Dynasty. And the Stardust Kingdom''s troops ¨C they were in a league of their own. Their captain was a whirlwind of destruction amidst our ranks. We weren''t prepared for such an elite force!"

    Nightblack''s eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Of course, I provided them with our finest soldiers. This was meant to look like a rebel attack, not a skirmish with second-rate troops. Now, both the Dynasty and the Realm are demanding answers. They want to know who guarded their envoy. I have nothing to hide ¨C I sent our best."

    Hawk''s heart sank as he realized the depth of Nightblack''s cunning. To protect diplomatic interests, Nightblack had sacrificed his most loyal soldiers ¨C a chilling reminder of the general''s ruthless pragmatism.

    "And where did you lose them?" Nightblack''s voice was dangerously calm, each word a veiled threat.

    In the dimly lit chamber of the castle in the capital city of Dawntime, Nobr, tension filled the air. General Nightblack''s gaze was fixed unyieldingly on Hawk, who stood trembling before him. "Your excuses are as flimsy as your loyalty," Nightblack''s voice was cold and unyielding, "You''ve let them slip through our grasp in the Dire Forest. How could you not foresee their movements?"

    Before Hawk could finish, Nightblack''s patience snapped. "Ignacio!" he barked.

    Ignacio stepped forward, his face a mask of stoicism, and without a word, Hawk''s fate was sealed. Nightblack turned his cold gaze to Ignacio, "Your sister and you will finish this, or her remaining eye will be on my dinner plate."

    Ignacio, his frown deepening, knew the odds were against them. "But General, they''re gone, vanished. Hawk wasn''t a fool; his tactics were sound."

    Nightblack, his interest waning, dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Return to Frostgard, wait for them. Fail me again, and it''ll be your last mistake."

    As Ignacio left, the weight of his final chance hung heavily in the air. The chase was far from over, but the stakes had never been higher.

 Hunt - Bandits

    Shikihime clutched Shikuro''s hand tightly, guiding him through the pitch-black tunnel. Her breaths were labored, each exhale a struggle, as sweat trickled down her forehead. Despite the oppressive darkness, Shikihime''s vision was unimpaired. They had been navigating this claustrophobic passage for half an hour when a sliver of light appeared overhead.

    "There''s a ladder here," Shikihime whispered, her voice quivering with exertion. She tried to muster the strength to climb, but the world began to spin wildly around her. She glanced at Shikuro, panic etched across his face, right before darkness swallowed her consciousness.

    Shikuro''s voice echoed in the tunnel, frantic with worry. "She''s passed out again! We need help, now!"

    Minato''s voice responded from above, steady yet urgent. "I''m coming down with a rope! Make room." He descended the ladder with practiced ease, assessing Shikihime''s condition in a glance. "She''s in bad shape. I''ll tie the rope around her wrists. It''ll be rough, but it''s the only way."

    As Minato secured the rope, Shikuro''s heart pounded in his ears. Fear gripped him, a stark contrast to the calm efficiency of Minato''s actions. Once the rope was fastened, Minato ascended, and Bjorn, at the top, began the delicate task of pulling Shikihime to safety.

    On the surface, Yoru rushed to Shikihime''s side, her face a mask of concern and suspicion. Drawing her weapon, she confronted Shikuro. "What happened to her? She''s barely breathing and feverish!"

    Bjorn, sensing the tension, drew his weapon too, but Shikuro raised a hand for peace. "She''s been hiding an illness," he explained, his voice laced with guilt. "Using herbs to mask her symptoms. But we''re out, and now it''s taking its toll."

    Yoru''s expression softened slightly, her weapon lowered. The air was thick with worry and unease.

    Seizing the moment, Shikuro decided to take charge. "Bjorn, help me get her on my back. Akalune, find us a safe campsite. Minato, Bjorn, you''re our best fighters ¨C cover us."

    His resolve was clear. "We''ll move today and tomorrow, then rest. We must distance ourselves from the river, to avoid detection."

    The journey continued under the weight of uncertainty and fatigue. With Shikihime unconscious, Minato and Akalune took turns keeping watch through the night, their responsibilities growing heavier by the hour. Shikuro, driven by a sense of duty, surrendered his blanket to Shikihime, finding comfort in the colder air of Frostgard. That night, sleep eluded him, but he managed to rest with his eyes shut, his thoughts never straying far from Shikihime.

    As dawn broke, Shikuro once again hoisted Shikihime onto his back. The group trudged onward, their pace measured but steady. The next day mirrored the first, with their progress marked by the sinking sun rather than the miles covered.

    Just as the day was drawing to a close, Akalune returned from scouting ahead with welcome news. She had discovered a thermal pond nearby, a rare luxury in their arduous journey, along with a fresh water source. Her triumphant return was marked by the prize of a rabbit, a promise of a much-needed meal. This small victory lifted the group''s spirits, a faint glimmer of hope in their relentless trek.

    Despite his incredible endurance, Shikuro felt the strain of carrying Shikihime for extended hours. Reaching the pond as darkness enveloped them, Minato and Yoru set up the tent with practiced efficiency. They gently laid Shikihime inside before joining the rest of the group.

    Yoru suggested starting a fire for cooking, but Minato intervened, reminding them of the need for discretion. "We''ll cook in the morning," he said, his voice steady. Turning to Akalune, he requested, "Can you find some herbs, something to boost our stamina? And something to help Shikihime?"

    Akalune nodded, understanding the urgency in Minato''s voice. "I''ll see what I can find," she replied, determination in her eyes.

    Minato then took charge of preparing the rabbit, giving the others a well-deserved break. "I''ll refill our water supplies and take a quick wash after," he added, outlining a plan for them to follow. "Once I''m done, Akalune can go. The rest of you can take your turns when there''s light."

    As the first rays of the sun filtered through the trees, bathing the camp in a warm, golden light, Shikihime''s eyes fluttered open briefly before succumbing once again to exhaustion. Shikuro, with a mix of concern and determination etched on his face, carefully lifted her in his arms and made his way to the pond. Yoru and Akalune were already there, preparing to help wash and tend to Shikihime. Respecting their privacy, Shikuro retreated, joining Minato who was tending to the cooking.

    Sitting beside Minato, Shikuro tried to engage in small talk to distract himself. "It smells good," he commented, glancing at the simmering pot. "Save my portion for Shikihime, alright?"

    Minato gave him a knowing look. "As you wish," he replied, stirring the pot.

    Shikuro observed Minato''s calm demeanor. "Aren''t you worried? You seem to be handling all this too well."

    Minato paused, then responded, "Isn''t it you who''s taking it too hard? I need to stay calm to avoid rash decisions. I''ve seen many fall prey to their emotions, including her. It nearly cost her life. Is that how I should be, Lord Shikuro?"

    Shikuro pondered Minato''s words, realizing the wisdom in them. Just then, Bjorn joined them, sitting down with a thoughtful expression. "At this pace, it''s two days to the city," he said, looking towards the horizon. "Expect the city gates to be guarded. They''ll likely inspect everyone. We might have to find a way to sneak in. We need Shikihime to be at least somewhat able to move. We can''t fight or flee with you carrying her. Maybe we should consider giving her more than a day''s rest. We can hunt, cook, and help her recover."

    In the dimly lit tent, Shikuro carefully scooped up some soup with a spoon, gently blowing on it to cool it down before cautiously bringing it to Shikihime''s lips. His movements were awkward, clearly unaccustomed to such a delicate task. Even Minato, who was quietly observing from a corner, couldn''t hide a frown. "Careful," he cautioned, "or Yoru and Akalune will have to clean her up again."

    Distracted by Minato''s comment, Shikuro''s next spoonful was too hot. Shikihime coughed as the soup touched her mouth, startling Shikuro. Trying to lighten the mood, he half-joked, "At least you''re awake now."

    Shikihime''s response was weak but tinged with her usual teasing tone. "Waking up to a man putting something in my mouth is a terrible experience," she murmured. Minato''s face remained expressionless, but Shikuro found himself smiling despite the situation. It was the kind of annoyance only Shikihime could evoke in him.

    "Can you swallow?" Shikuro asked, concern lacing his voice.

    Shikihime''s smile was faint. "First, you put something in my mouth, and now you ask about swallowing? Aren''t you bold, my dear?"

    Shikuro''s smile broadened. "That''s a yes, then. Let me sit behind you to make this easier."

    He gently repositioned himself behind Shikihime, supporting her against his chest. Minato handed him the bowl and spoon, and Shikihime obediently began to eat. After finishing, she whispered that she was still a little hungry.

    Shikuro glanced at Minato, who quietly fetched another bowl. With patience and care, Shikuro fed her, whispering softly, "Don''t you dare not get better. You''re a strong woman, Shikihime. You will recover. We''re not far from the city now. I can fight where I must, but this battle is yours. Fight and return to us healthy and as formidable as you were before."

    Shikihime''s recovery was evident the next day as she began to walk unaided, a small but significant sign of improvement. Her strength was returning, much to the relief of the group. However, as evening approached, a new challenge loomed.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

    Akalune, who had been scouting the area, rushed back with urgent news. "We have company," she announced breathlessly, "Around 10 men are approaching. I can''t say if they''re after us, but they''re not far behind. We need to hide, and fast!"

    The group sprang into action. Shikihime, wanting to contribute, began to gather her things, but Shikuro, protective as ever, intervened. "You need to rest," he insisted, guiding her to sit down. "Let us handle this."

    Within a quarter of an hour, they were ready. Yoru, adept at camouflage, quickly masked signs of their recent presence. While it wouldn''t withstand close scrutiny, it would pass a cursory glance. Shikuro then hoisted Shikihime onto his back, despite her protests that she could manage on her own.

    Yoru had located another hiding spot nearby, a well-concealed cave about ten minutes'' distance. The group moved swiftly and silently towards it, their steps muffled by the thick forest underbrush. Upon arrival, they stashed their gear and prepared for a possible confrontation, weapons at the ready. Akalune stayed close to Shikihime, who was still regaining her strength.

    As time passed, it became clear they weren''t being pursued. Shikuro, with his heightened senses alert, and Minato, decided to reconnoiter the area they had left. They moved stealthily, keeping to the shadows.

    Observing from a distance, they saw the new arrivals settle into their camp. These were not soldiers; their mismatched weapons and disorganized manner spoke of bandits or rebels. Shikuro marveled silently at how Minato''s gift of darkness lent them the upper hand in such situations, often more useful than his own ability.

    The bandits, unaware of the watchful eyes upon them, started a large campfire, carelessly announcing their presence. As Shikuro and Minato listened, they gathered valuable information from the bandits'' conversation.

    "It''s tough living like this," one bandit grumbled. "Soldiers are everywhere. I heard they got your brother''s group too."

    "We have to keep moving deeper into the forest," another said. "They won''t chase us there."

    A third bandit chimed in, "Can''t we just go back to Vrastislava?"

    "That''s possible," another replied, "I know a guy at the southern gate. Just tell him ''the brother will rise again'' and slip him a small gold coin. He''ll let you through."

    "A small gold coin? That''s a lot for a bribe," another complained.

    "In these times, that''s nothing," the first bandit retorted. "Trying to bribe at the bridge costs a large gold coin, and if you''re caught, it''s off with your head."

    Their discussion continued, but Minato''s attention was suddenly diverted. "Soldiers are closing in on their camp," he whispered urgently to Shikuro. "We need to get out of here. Now." They retreated swiftly, making their way back to the cave. The soldiers, focused on the bandits, were unaware of Shikuro and Minato''s presence.

    As they neared their hideout, tension gripped the air. Shikuro and his companions, cautious and alert, conveyed in hushed tones the imminent ambush by enemy soldiers on the unsuspecting bandits above. The cave, usually a haven of safety, now felt like a trap, their fate hinging on the silence they could maintain.

    Outside, the world seemed to hold its breath, the only sound being the distant rustling of leaves in the night breeze. Then, abruptly, a sharp whistle pierced the stillness, followed by the unmistakable clash of steel and shouts of men in battle. The sounds of fighting echoed down into the depths of their cave, setting everyone¡¯s nerves on edge.

    Minutes stretched into an eternity as they waited, unsure of their fate. The occasional scuffle of boots and muffled voices from above heightened the tension. Suddenly, the dim light from their hideout''s entrance grew brighter, indicating the approach of soldiers with torches. Three voices became discernible.

    "It seems clear here," declared the first soldier, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet of the night.

    "We''ll report this sector as clear. And thank the gods, it''s the last one," added the second, a note of weariness in his tone.

    "I just wish we found those runaways... would''ve been an easy promotion," grumbled the third soldier.

    The first soldier''s voice carried a note of resignation. "Forget it. There''s no way they''re on this side of the river. The bridges are too well-guarded now. Ever since we executed those corrupt soldiers, no one dares take a bribe. They made examples out of them."

    "Let''s head back. I''m craving a beer. Join me?" proposed the second soldier, the sound of his footsteps retreating.

    The group inside the cave exhaled in relief as the soldiers'' voices faded into the distance. They had narrowly escaped detection. Shikihime, exhausted by the ordeal, had already fallen asleep, oblivious to the danger they had just avoided.

    Akalune, still alert from her watch, broke the silence. "At least she''s spared the stress," she murmured, glancing at the sleeping Shikihime.

    Shikuro nodded, his thoughts a mix of relief and concern. The rest of the group, drained from the tension, settled down to sleep, leaving Akalune alone with her thoughts.

    Dawn brought a new day, and with it, Shikihime emerged, conversing with the others outside the cave. Her face, though pale, showed signs of recovery. Akalune was in the midst of explaining her findings.

    "I checked the bandits'' camp. They didn''t bother looting it, so I did. Got us five small gold coins and some smoked meat. Followed the soldiers a bit too. Overheard them... our disguises won''t be easy, my lady. Our black hair... it''s uncommon here."

    Shikihime listened intently, her brow furrowing in thought. Without hesitation, she took a knife and began cutting her long, black hair. Shikuro, seeing this, rushed towards her, but it was too late. She held her severed hair in her hands, a pragmatic look on her face.

    "What... why did you cut your hair?" Shikuro stammered, aghast.

    Shikihime looked at him, her expression resolute. "If it''s short, I can hide it under a cap. It''s necessary."

    Akalune, though initially shocked by her lady''s decisive action, followed suit, cutting her hair to a boyish length.

    Interlude: Traitor Revealed

    Erik sat at his desk, his brow furrowed as he sifted through a stack of documents, each one adding to the growing weight of his frustration. So this was the tangled web he found himself in¡ªa regret that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.

    As he methodically reviewed each paper, Ingrid stormed into the room. Erik looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "You''re earlier than expected. I¡¯m still wading through this sea of paperwork."

    Ingrid''s reply was sharp, tinged with impatience. "I don''t give a damn. What have you uncovered?"

    Erik gestured to the daunting pile of documents. "I¡¯ve barely scratched the surface. This will take all night. You should rest."

    Ingrid¡¯s eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "Do you really think so little of me? I won''t let you monopolize the evidence. It¡¯s naive to think I consider you a friend, not until the traitor is unmasked and your loyalty is beyond doubt."

    Erik, taken aback by her accusation, responded calmly, "I hold you in the highest regard, Ingrid."

    Undeterred, Ingrid stepped closer, her gaze unyielding. "Then let''s get to work. We do this together."

    They plunged into the documents, a silent agreement hanging between them. Hours blurred into each other as they pored over each letter and report. Occasionally, Erik passed a document to Ingrid, his expression fluctuating between confusion and realization.

    Finally, as the noon sun cast its rays into the room, Erik declared, "I''m arresting Sagar. Will you join me?"

    Ingrid shook her head. "I trust you to bring him in alive. But I''ll be there for the interrogation."

    Erik sighed, bracing himself for the task ahead. He summoned the guards and soldiers, his voice firm. "Sagar is our prime suspect. Capture him alive."

    As the soldiers dispersed, Erik allowed himself a wry chuckle. Sagar, of all people, had become the focal point of their suspicions.

    In the evening, news arrived of Sagar''s capture. He hadn''t resisted, to Erik''s relief. Approaching the detainee, Erik''s sword was drawn as a precaution.

    "Erik, why am I being arrested?" Sagar asked, a mix of confusion and calm in his voice.

    Erik''s response was stern yet respectful. "Come quietly, Sagar. There''s evidence implicating you, and you have some explaining to do."

    Sagar''s smile was enigmatic. "Alright, Erik. If you insist. I have nothing to hide."

    Erik watched as Sagar was escorted to the jail, instructing the guards to handle him with care.

    Ingrid appeared as Erik turned to leave. Handing him a letter, she instructed, "Give this to the crown prince."

    Erik''s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you planning, Ingrid?"

    Her smile was cryptic as she turned to leave. "Some things are best kept secret, Erik."

    Erik was finally ushered into the prince''s chambers for an audience. He handed a sealed letter to Prince Leif. The prince''s eyebrows arched in surprise as he broke the seal. After a moment of reading, his expression turned grave.

    "Do you know the contents of this letter?" Leif asked Erik, his voice tinged with seriousness.

    Erik, puzzled, shook his head. "No, Your Majesty."

    "Read it," Leif commanded, passing the letter back.

    Erik''s eyes scanned the words - Sagar is not the traitor, someone made him a scapegoat. His brow furrowed in confusion. "Your Majesty, may I seek Lady Ingrid for clarification? If this is true, we must release Sagar immediately."

    Prince Leif raised a hand, signaling Erik to pause. "Let''s not jump to conclusions, Erik. I have implicit trust in Lady Ingrid''s judgment. We''ll discuss this with her. She should..."

    His words trailed off as a hurried knock interrupted them. A guard''s voice echoed from beyond the door, "Urgency, Your Majesty! Lady Ingrid requests an immediate audience!"

    "Allow her in," Leif said.

    Ingrid entered, her expression shifting to surprise upon seeing Erik. "Where have you been?" she asked.

    Erik replied, slightly bewildered, "I''ve been here, awaiting the prince''s audience, as per your instruction."

    Ingrid''s confusion deepened. "But I sent you hours ago. What delayed you?"

    Erik''s confusion matched hers. "I was held up waiting for the audience, Lady Ingrid. I can''t exactly barge in as you do."

    Leif interjected, "My apologies, Ingrid. The guards didn''t recognize Erik and didn''t inform me it was urgent. I was engaged in other matters, assuming the messenger wasn''t bearing a colored letter of urgency."

    Ingrid sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in her eyes. She turned to face both men. "Then, we have a grave problem. Sagar has been murdered in his cell..."

    The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the news settling like a dark cloud over them.