Sylas escorted Elizabeth and her mother—the Queen of Lioraen—toward the docks. Elizabeth walked in silence, standing stiffly between her parents. She didn't glance at him. Not even once.
He tried to speak.
"Elizabeth…"
But she kept her eyes forward. Cold. Distant. Like he wasn't even there.
The dock waited at the edge of the Academy. It was massive, meant to hold fleets… but only a handful of ships were anchored. The rest of the bay was quiet. All the ships that are currently present are most likely owned by royalty.
And then there was their ship.
It towered above the others. It was sleek and had light silver-blue, with faint frost glowing along its sides. The sails shimmered under the sun.
At the front, a snow-white dragon curled around the bow, its sapphire eyes glowing. It was clearly meant to intimidate.
He stared at it, his mouth open wide and already imagining himself sailing around the world in something similar. He was lost for words.
