Braids & War Paint (Part 8)
Rowan could taste the salt in the air when they landed in Varese, Wendlyn. From miles away his fae eyes could see a greeting party waiting for them. Though he did not expect this.
Lorcan Salvaterre, the commander of the Queen’s first-hands lead a small group of Wendlyn soldiers, as well as soldiers clad in the colours of Doneralle. Fenrys, one of the wold twins was also present. Holding the reigns of two saddled horses.
Rowan’s right hand found it’s way to the braid in his hair, as he thought about which queen he’d rather serve.