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Five in the morning, the sun still hid under the horizon. Ezekiel left his sleeping sister in the guest room, as he assumed she was drunk from frustration. He and Frion fetched Jerissa from her bedroom. Afterwards, they went to the stables to choose the best horse for their travel.
"Jerissa, do you know how to ride a horse?" the king asked the viscountess.
She shook her head, "Apologies, Your Majesty."
"Then, you will ride with me."
"Your Majesty, how can I-"
"Jerissa, it's an order," Ezekiel sighed. The maidservant was now a viscountess, but she had not changed a bit. He wanted her to get used to it.
Kristov, who had already chosen and rode his horse, approached the three of them. "Good day."
"I thought you weren't joining us," the king uttered, "You seem distracted yesterday."
"I think this is a good opportunity to think about things."
