The bells tolled in the capital, a sign the city was under attack. The dwellers were rushing into their houses and bolting the doors behind them, hoping the thick piece of wood would keep death at bay for now.
From the end of the kingsroad emerged a cavalry of knights marching towards the gates in uniformity. They were lead by the generals and Gabriel. He was easy to spot among the horse riders as he was dressed differently.
A black pair of pants that matched his black boots, a black shirt and his raven hair tied neatly. His sword was strapped at his back to rise taller in the envoy.
Darion was still nursing his injuries, too weak to fight. But what worried Gabriel the most was Elena's earlier declaration. He was still uncertain about it but remembering the seriousness her face held that time, he knew she was in her stubborn mode.
