The journey to Kaban had been a long one. Several hours of traveling through desolate lands had given him plenty of time to worry. Leaving Mikayla behind concerned him more than it should for such a short trip. Before their mating, he’d traveled constantly, rarely spending more than a few days at his home. Now, he could not imagine such. Warriors and a few Warlords alike met him with loud cheers the moment they spotted him crossing the compound on hapfe back. Guards stood at attention and raised their large broadswords hilt up and blade down in the classic sign of surrender. Ramar, Merik and Eatan sat up straighter in the saddle, their heads nodding at the familiar faces in the courtyard. Every few feet, Vaan stopped to accept well wishes and salutes from fellow Kabanians. Once he dismounted, it took him almost an hour to make it to the hall and through the milling crowd. When he entered through the massive double doors of his former home, the servants smiled broadly.
