Just like what Chase expected, before the sun shone itself, a carriage was already parked in front of the abandoned castle his father gave him. His neck stretched from the window of the second floor. He lifted his finger and counted the Imperial Soldiers standing straight with their chest high outside.
He's still wearing his morning robe. Disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. Chase was already expecting this, but he didn't see it coming so early. 'Aren't they preparing for my brother's death parade and memorial?' he thought, rubbing his hair in dismay.
He sat on the bed and laid on his back flat. He cast his eyes on the white painted ceiling. The cracks from the old paint are very visible. Evidence for not being taken care of and renovated every year. With his empty morning thoughts, a loud sound bangs on the door. Chase bolted up and clenched his robe towards his chest.
