Alphonse walks to the carriage with the most sour face a king of a country has ever had in the history of DaLan's royalty. He doesn't respond to his generals begging him to stay, simply silencing them with a glare piercing enough to make their scalp tingle.
He mounts the royal vehicle and sits there while the horses begin to gallop. His face is more frozen than usual and the surroundings seem to become colder and colder in temperature as well.
Alphonse feels angry, but he also has this odd feeling in his chest he can't explain. It feels somewhat familiar, as if he had felt this before, however it's too small for him to pin point what it is exactly.
The drive back to the castle is slow, he has to stop at an inn to eat and drink and he must let his accompanying guards sleep before journeying again. His irritation grows at the sight of the bed he is standing in front of. How is he supposed to sleep in this situation?
