"What are you doing out here, Storyteller? Have you not been to Liridale before? I've heard it in your tales?"
Keiren smiled at Aleiia sheepishly. He shook his head, "Tales get around. I heard those stories from another storyteller who most likely heard it from another. I wanted to see this land for myself. It's.... A lot like the tales but worse if you can imagine it."
He followed after the princess as they traveled through the caves. Where could Nerine be. To lighten the mood, he smiled at his companion.
"You can call me Keiren, by the way."
"We will ride out at dusk if she does not return, yes?"
"Yes. We shall," Beren told her. He listened to his wife's footsteps fade as he allowed himself to lose himself in his thoughts. Relations between the other kingdoms were deteriorating. True, they had always been fragile, but now, it would only take a small spark to light the fires of war.