บท 1746: Her choice

The moonlight reflected off Emery's eyes as he trailed the galloping figure of Queen Gwen. Riding with an urgency as if driven by a compelling force. Emery's instincts told him to intervene, to challenge her sudden and unexpected journey. Yet, the pulsating rhythm of curiosity prevailed, and he chose to remain a discreet spectator, an unnoticed whisper against the symphony of the night.

The darkness ebbed away, and the first blush of dawn painted the horizon. The aging spires and stone walls of the old city of Lioness came into view. It was here that the queen chose to slow her horse, slipping into the city like a ghost, her silhouette blending seamlessly with the misty morning air.

Emery, cautious yet intrigued, watched from a distance as she entered one of the old, worn-down houses. Inside, an anticipated reunion took place between Queen Gwen and a familiar face to Emery - the young noble Abe Fantumar.