"You are not a man of the north," Cyrus thought about Killian's words in the privacy of the room Amelia gave to him. His room was near the servant quarters but not too far away from Amelia's room.
"I can't go back to the north when I find her," he muttered thinking of where he could go when he found the person he was looking for. He didn't belong in the Blackwell kingdom and now he did not belong in the north. Pledging his loyalty to Amelia gave up his chance to ever return home.
Cyrus sighed pulling his damaged clothes over his head to get rid of them. The journey to a village was so unexpected that he wasn't able to return to his room to put on his armor. There wasn't a chance in this world that any of the Blackwell guards would have given him armor to wear.
