It worked. The dead stayed dead.
And raiding parties were already engaging the enemy.
The Khagan's warriors had been pent up for too long. They unleashed their fury on the armies of weaveless.
They killed hundreds the first day.
More so the next.
Things were looking up.
But whenever one problem is solved, there's always another one waiting around the corner.
And I was staring right at it.
"Princess, why are you here?" I asked, my head pounding. I rubbed at my palm.
Anna had the decency to look a little guilty. "I had to come." She said. "I had a dream again."
"Highness, you could have sent a spirit messenger, does your father know you're here?"
She nodded. "Of course he does! I left him a note on his desk."
I groaned. "Princess, I'm already on thin ice with the king. You're going to get me hanged. How did you even get here?"
"I flew! It was a long flight, but Gurada was more than able to do it."
