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Chapter 61

Chapter 61: The Summit
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Third POV

A moon later, in Neméos, the afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy of a mountainous forest east of Castamere.

Along a winding stream, two riders ascended the mountain path at a steady, unhurried pace, their horses moving side by side in rhythm.

One of the riders, Richard, sat tall on Lancelot, a sleek black stallion.

Richard's appearance, as always, was sharp and commanding—he wore a black tunic with intricate gold accents, paired with fitted black trousers and sturdy leather boots.

Resting on his shoulder was a young golden eagle, Odin, its feathers a striking blend of burnished brown and gold that hinted at the regal creature it would grow to become.

Beside him rode Alicent on a graceful white mare, Guinevere.

Her attire mirrored Richard's in elegance and practicality: a black and gold long-sleeved tunic that fit snugly, complemented by black leather gloves, tailored trousers, and polished boots.

Together, they cut an imposing and harmonious figure against the untamed beauty of the forested mountain trail.

Alicent stole a glance at Richard, warmth radiating from her gaze. She savored the rare opportunity to ride beside him in the serenity of the wilds.

Ever since Richard became lord, their days had been consumed by the demands of leadership—meetings, alliances, and improving their territory.

These peaceful moments had become scarce, making them all the more precious.

When Richard had unexpectedly suggested they traverse a mountain together, Alicent had agreed without hesitation.

She felt a swell of gratitude for this reprieve, a chance to be alone with him away from the pressures of their station.

Her thoughts wandered as they rode. She reminisced about Richard's triumphant return a moon ago.

Victorious and unscathed, he had led his men to crush the Stilwoods in just three days—a feat whispered in awe by those who had witnessed it.

Not long after the operation, Richard had presided over a marriage ceremony, uniting his knight, Erwin, with Elayne Stilwood, the daughter of the fallen enemy.

The union had been a strategic triumph, securing the northern borders of Neméos and solidifying Richard's control over the region.

Thinking of weddings brought Alicent to her own. Though it was still two years away, she had already begun planning it with meticulous care.

She was determined to make it perfect, confident that with enough time and effort, she could create an occasion worthy of Richard—a celebration befitting the man she owed everything to.

Alicent was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Richard's voice, smooth and teasing.

"What's with the faraway gaze? Are you daydreaming about me?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Caught off guard, Alicent nodded without hesitation, a light blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Can't I daydream about my husband-to-be?" she replied with a hint of playful defiance.

With a smile, Richard maneuvered Lancelot closer to Guinevere, their horses nearly brushing as they rode side by side.

With a deft movement, he reached over, his fingers tilting Alicent's chin upward. The gentle touch sent a shiver through her, and the world around them seemed to blur into nothingness.