Cold sweat began to drip down his back, under the sturdy cover of the soft leather hugging his upper body.
He did not have a good relationship with his father. He doubted the Sovereign would forgive such a trespass from any of his sons, much less an estranged firstborn son like himself. If he had truly been discovered, then the only thing that awaited him was death.
But when? When would it come and how?
"Your mount, Serenity." Sur Ka'iser approached the group with the reins of an ink-black stallion in his hands. The horse was tall and beautiful, with a long neck and slim muscles. His coat was shiny and softly groomed.
Verinia neared the horse with a smile, petting his elegant neck for the first time in months. Her Pelthan stallion snorted, nudging her shoulder with his nose as if to question her.
