"Today is the day of the adventurer's gathering, isn't it?" Iselynne asked, her voice light but humming with excitement, her eyes sparkling like polished gems. There was something different about her now—something alive and vibrant.
It was the first time in her life she felt like she was finally stepping into the world, her world. Not as someone's possession, not as a tool, not as the forgotten daughter chained to the fate others picked for her. No. Now she stood beside Sylvaris as his woman and his mate. And today, she would walk into that hall of adventurers as a free spirit.
