Third Person
The moment the gates of Silverreach Palace closed behind Prince Rain, the young heir let out a silent breath he didn't know he was holding. He did not look back; he feared he would change his mind if he did. After all, his mother had lived under the same oppression for years before death claimed her.
Inside the carriage, he sat with one leg crossed over the other, his fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of a concealed dagger hidden beneath his robe.
His eyes appeared calm, but his heart was racing with anxiety, fear, and suspicion. The journey had just begun.
The carriages stood, the men were ready, and the quest lay ahead.
Rhett's men stood like statues, awaiting orders. Their loyalty was bought with fear, but deep down they were all ready to watch Rain's potential demise.
Rain could feel their gaze lingering longer than it should, their stiff movements, and fingers tightening on their blades as if expecting incoming danger.
