The journey from Port Velmira to the capital took five days of hard riding. Grim had purchased a sturdy horse from the port's stables, choosing speed over comfort for his return trip.
The road was busy with merchants and travelers making their way to and from the empire's heart. Grim kept his hood up and avoided unnecessary conversation, though he couldn't help overhearing snippets of news from passing groups. Talk of the upcoming social season, trade disputes between noble houses, and speculation about a grand party to take place soon in the capital.
As he rode, Grim found himself thinking about the changes he'd undergone in the dragon realm. More than once, he caught himself unconsciously reaching for Lin's crystal, the cold surface somehow comforting despite the complex emotions it represented.
