They stood at two ends of a battlefield, smoke and ashes blowing across the bare field. Any life had long ago been stripped from this place, and even the crows who circled above looked haggard.
She watched her enemy carefully. Her fiancé, Logan Stall, the King of Coran, stood beside her, fully clad in his armor. He carried a long sword, gleaming in the meager amount of sunlight peeking through th...