Amber stayed silent. The only thing on her mind right now was the kingdom she'd just lost, and where her brother was. She'd find lodgings in the Winterlands, of course, but this betrayal was unnerving. Tomas had warned her of her advisors, but she had only ever thought them greedy, never capable of treason. She'd see them hang. If only she'd stayed and fought, maybe she could have avoided this. Were they already celebrating their victory and control of the Forklands, or had someone struck them down? She'd seen Lord Battlemaster Horvik cut down several men in a few seconds. Not an easy foe to bring down.

She noticed from where the Sun was that it was about midday. The sky was a deep blue, with no clouds overhead. A cool breeze swept her hair around, and she basked in the relaxing feeling of being free. Exempt from politics, warfare. One with nature.
 
Her thoughts were cut by a voice. It seemed to call out Gregar. She turned her horse around and faced him.
"Shall we keep going? It could be another trap."