The morning sun had barely touched the grey walls of Stormcrest when Roran stepped out of the guest quarters. His sword was strapped to his back, and his boots were laced tight. He had not slept well.
The weight of what was coming pressed down on him like a stone.
Aldric was already in the courtyard, mounted on his horse, his face set in the same grim expression he wore before every battle. He did not smile or joke. He simply nodded at Roran, and Roran nodded back.
That was enough.
Kael stood beside Aldric's horse, holding the reins of Roran's mount. The boy's face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He had not slept well either.
"You are staying here," Roran said. It was not a request.
Kael's jaw tightened. "I can fight."
"I know you can. But not today."
