Feeling there was nothing more to do, Kaira turned Birjanji toward the king’s tent to find a sea of silver-clad Luthanian soldiers behind her. They silently saluted her with swords held upward, their eyes filled with admiration and respect. Kaira looked over at Shal and was astonished when the redhead raised her own sword in salute, copying the Luthanians’ actions.

“Shal, you don’t need to salute me,” Kaira protested, feeling her cheeks growing red.

“Yes, I do,” Shal told her, her emerald eyes glowing with pride. “You’ve led us to victory. I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I’m really proud of you too,” Kaira told her and, if it were not for the armor and being on the horses, she would have hugged her tightly.

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