**BOOK II OF THE FOUR REALMS SERIES**
When war came for Azura, Fara of Calate lost everything. Her husband, her new home, her freedom. When her captor - the formidable commander of the Leoth army - saves her life, she begins to see the enemy as som...
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Azura still smelled of fear and death. It's glory flattened under the boot of its victors, it's shine dulled like a broken and discarded ornament. He had once tried to ignore the guilt and shame he'd felt at having a hand in it, told himself it was simply the way of war. But seeing the charred remains of the farms and vineyards from above; green fields black with the plague of war, and imagining Torrik ruling over the remains with a brutal iron fist, he felt nothing but shame and guilt.
But he would right the wrong.
With Corryn's help, he would return Azura to her glory, would wrestle it back from Zybar's clutches and install a fair and just ruler once more upon her throne.
As they landed upon the untouched mountains of the Gelder, he wondered if it possible Corryn and his people were unaware of what had befallen the realm. That the Gelder mountains sat so far above the cool blue sea and wine-rich fields below was a blessing to the Sun Kin.
Certainly, no Zybarian unit would have dared make the trek upwards into the mountains. There were no riches to be found here, there was nothing but crumbling temples and bronze-coloured rock as old as the Gods themselves. Nothing but sudden death-dealing drops and untraversable paths. Nothing but either sizzling heat or heavy fog. All under the watchful eye of the most skilled hunters Azura had. Corryn's Sun Kin could scent trespassers at a day's distance.
Which was exactly how Theodan planned to locate him.
All they had to do was set up camp, and wait. The Sun Kin would find them first.
It was not a plan Draden approved of.
'They will cut our throats while we sleep and we will have achieved nothing,' he complained.
'Then we will not sleep,' Theodan countered. Also, the place they had chosen to set up camp would make an ambush by Corryn's men harder. Sheltered on two sides by a curved rock wall which stretched up and slightly overhead. It would likely be the mouth of a cave in a thousand years, battered fervently by winds and cold only found at this height. For now, it was a pocketed clearing large enough to rest twenty Leoth. They had sent the Varveh off to graze, reasoning that if Corryn's tribe found them first then they would be too valuable to kill.
Draden still did not look convinced.
'Take heart. I do not imagine it will take Corryn long to find us.' Theodan joked as he directed the Twins of Aphelion where to deposit the 'sleeping' Prince of Calate. After the twins told of how the Prince had spent the journey from the Meadow of the Goddess to the Court of the Moon emptying the contents of his stomach into the wind, Ismene had kindly offered to ensure he was not awake for the far lengthier ride across the Ash Sea.
Draden looked around at the warriors and let out an exasperated breath. 'And if he refuses to hear you?' Draden asked. 'You stake much that he will care what you have to say Theodan, after what you have done... You stake much that he will not want your head.
