Rowan
“We’re not that far from the castle, Rowan,” Dad said sternly as he bent to tie his boots. He looked up at me, catching my annoyed expression.
“It would be faster if we shifted—”
“And show up naked to confront whoever’s in the castle right now? No, I think not.”
He did have a point.
I surrendered, leaning against a tree as the rest of the warriors caught up to us, their backs heavy with sacks full of supplies. Dad had said in passing that he meant to take over again, but I hadn’t believed it at the time. Seeing the warriors outfitted for battle made a hard lump form in my throat. We were actually going to do this.
It wasn’t long before we reached the outskirts of the castle grounds. I could see it rising out of the darkness, amber colored light spilling from several windows.
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