Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…“My path lies on the wind, Theron,” I said, and the words were sweet, like honey on my tongue. “But this is not goodbye. I will be watching. And if you ever need the truth, you know where to find it.” I spread my wings, feeling the familiar pull of the air against them. It was a sensation I had always felt, but now it was different. It was liberation. With a final nod to the prince, I launched myself into the air, soaring towards the opening, towards the dawning light. The Gilded Tongue was silent. My own voice, finally my own, sang on the wind. The kingdom was safe, and I, Corvus, was finally free.