Chapter 79 - The familiar scent of home

Dydra drew the scarf tighter around her face, the soft wool brushing against her cheeks, pressing against her nose. Her blue eyes darted to every corner, scanning the dimly lit stables, the shadowed wooden beams, the racks of saddles. The familiar smell of leather and hay filled her senses, sharp and earthy, but also grounding. Few steps behind her, the crown prince moved with his usual silent precision, his coat brushing softly against the horse's flanks. She could feel his presence, subtle and commanding, yet it tugged at her nerves in a way she did not understand.