Raegar was sitting on Marlow's back as they flew across the empire, seeing people going about their day while others glanced up when they soared above. Nivara and Drusilla were chatting over some hot chocolate the Dark Elf pulled out of a storage ring, offering him some with a smile.
''Do you want some?'' she offered.
''Thank you, Niv,'' he replied, taking the cup.
The cup was hot as Raegar lifted it, the heat biting at his fingertips. Still, he didn't flinch. The moment the liquid slid down his throat, a wave of warmth spread through his chest and limbs, chasing away the lingering chill as they journeyed farther south. The air grew thicker, the scent of earth and wild grass mingling beneath the vast open sky.
