(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"So, we need to walk, right?"
"We cannot take a horse that far," I replied. "Normal people don't always have horses. So, we have to go on foot now."
"I see...," she mumbled.
"Are you tired?"
"No, I am not."
"I am. Why are we walking? I could just teleport."
It was Flint, my wife's mage. She insisted on bringing him with us. "Why do we have him here again?" I asked.
"He can help us if something happens. I know you are powerful and stuff, but well, what if something happens when others are around? If you use your power, everyone will recognize you since that controlling blood power is unique and everyone knows that only their King can use this power. That would be a problem. But if Flint uses his power, then no one will know if you are the King or I am the Queen. Mages are not that uncommon, so it won't be too difficult to make up a story or something."
