Three hours before...
Natasha took Rave to the crown prince. She wasn't sure if Wilmore would like to see him again. They arrived at the Shadow Inn and unexpectedly, she saw them arriving from another way.
She raised an eyebrow, they could have been coming from Riva. Perhaps they checked the path she would take the lord's niece.
They dismounted and handed the horses to the eager boy. She gazed up at the sky that sounded calm but this muteness wouldn't last long. The next storm might materialize at any time that no predictor could foresee it.
"I thought you would stroll in the city," Natasha uttered, knowing that they would not long for displaying their figures in the view.
"Is he your broker? Why didn't I guess?"
Huxley stated, baring his fangs in disgust.
Rave replied with a smirk, "why didn't you call a tracker to lead you? You could have skipped the right way."
