Chapter 50
The forest was familiar; how could it not be when he patrolled the place every day?
Thorne walked the familiar path with hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, the early frost crunching beneath his boots. The air was cold, but it didn't bother him. Ahead, the crooked cabin came into view, curling smoke from its chimney.
Outside the cabin was Thessara, half-bent and tending to some of the plants she had planted. She sensed his presence immediately and smirked.
She had an inkling she would receive a guest soon, but who knew it would be the almighty King Thorne Rhukor.
"You're here. That's a first," she said as she straightened up.
"Don't get used to it," Thorne grunted.
Thessara turned to him, brows furrowing. "What's this? You look well-rested. Did the sun rise on the ground this time?"
