After their brief exchange with Lucas, Nyx and Henrietta made their way to see King Highmoor one final time before departure. The meeting was short and without unnecessary words. The king gave his final instructions, his gaze steady on both of them, reminding Nyx of the weight of the message she carried and acknowledging Henrietta's presence as both escort and shield.
"Do not delay once you arrive," he told Nyx. "Speak directly to him. No intermediaries."
Nyx bowed slightly. "I understand."
His eyes then shifted to Henrietta. "I am placing her in your hands."
Henrietta met his gaze without hesitation. "She will arrive safely."
That was enough for him.
With that, they took their leave.
Outside, their escort had already formed up, horses prepared, supplies secured. The camp around them had begun to stir with a different kind of movement, one that spoke not of routine, but of imminent action.
