Moonspear ddyletswydd

Their generosity knows no bounds. He ought to be chased away with scorn, not with kind words, promises of a home if things were to go wrong. Instead, Charon and Amekaze are graciousness itself. He can only dip his head in silent thanks, too moved for words, for a long moment, before he finally finds it within himself to respond.

I am forever in your debt, Llewellyn rumbles, staring between the two of them, before his gaze finally rests on Amekaze. In some measure, even more so than her mate, she will always be his queen. I will. As soon as I can, I will see to it that I send word.

After the requisite goodbyes are exchanged, the golden prince takes his leave from Moonspear for perhaps the last time. Even if it is not the last time, it is the last in a long while, at least. He can only hope to see this crag again someday, should he be victorious. For there are only two roads ahead of him—victory or death. Defeat is not an option.

So it is goodbye. . .for now.