The sun had only just begun to climb over the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet village of Winterwells. A gentle veil of dawn mist still blanketed the cobblestone paths and rooftops, and the chill in the air was soft yet biting. Today was to be a day of celebration for the people, a royal wedding was set to unfold, with Mark being wedded to Sylvie, and nearly all notable members of the village had been drawn to the event, leaving the streets hushed and unguarded.
It was precisely this window of distraction that Fang chose to exploit.
