This time he would not return, he decided the moment he set foot outside the palace and it was too late to retract; to be king? No, he did not wish it, on the contrary, the one who was made to rule was Aymar: he knew how to listen and considered that words were capable of achieving things that swords could not. Unfortunately, she was born a woman. The weight of the duties she never asked for created a thick armor, together with the strong resentment against her parents, which extinguished the precarious feelings that her sisters tried to instill in her. Now his kindest and most sincere gesture was silence.

He followed the cobblestone that would take him to the next town. He sought to move away little by little from the man who promised to give his life for him, he did not know the consequences he would face for not bringing him before the council and he preferred it that way, he was beginning to like him. Inside the new blank page of his stormy and vague life he wrote two indispensable aspects: Light to keep him away from the darkness and courage, especially the last one...