Noctisardor Bypass sacred

morwenna matched her pace, not crowding, not retreating—walking beside her as one sovereign woman to another.

weeks, she answered calmly, as if the number had been weighed and chosen with care.

quiet ones. the bypass does not ask to be seen, and we have had no need to announce ourselves.

her gaze swept the land ahead, the snowbound valley folded into itself like a kept secret.

for me, there is no reason to leave its shelter, she continued, voice even, queenly without sharpness. a reprieve from the cruelty on the outside.

then her eyes returned to dione—measured, thoughtful.

friends of uktark are welcome ones, morwenna said. are you wed?

while she was not battling saatsine any longer; she could help other battles. the era of the marriage market.