The sound of the tires against the brick road echoed in the night as the black carriage flew across the path.
"When will we reach?", a cold voice spoke inside the carriage.
"In an hour utmost" Casper looked at the slight crease on his forehead and sighed.
Ezekiel pursed his lips as he racked his fingers through his silver hair irritatedly, destroying the hard work of his hairdresser. He was dressed in black vest and black pants with a long black vintage coat.
The crease on his forehead increased when he thought of the banquet held tonight. He hated it when he was forced to attend some events where he had to hear the people bootlick the king.
Casper noticed the frown and sighed, "Don't show your dislike openly, Ezekiel"
Ezekiel ignored his words as he glanced outside the window into the dark quiet night. He glanced at Casper when he heard him tutt under his breath.
