As Sean exited the refugee camp, Matthew appeared at the city gate astride a tan horse, clad in leather armor with a bow and black longsword. The black-and-white kitten on his shoulder snoozed peacefully, whiskers twitching in its sleep.
"Apologies for the delay, Your Highness, Lord Lucio," Matthew said, dismounting.
"No matter. Let's depart," Sean replied, climbing into his carriage.
Lucio signaled the garrison. With a thunderous clatter, 200 soldiers marched south along the Morningstar river's dirt road.
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Meanwhile, 200+ kilometers away in Palomia, Duke Albert Violet sat rigidly on his throne, facing a gray-robed elder.
"You've returned," the Duke said flatly.
"I delivered Sean safely to Yorn and came at your summons."
"How fares he?"
"Severely injured but alive."
Albert slumped, eyes distant. "Anjou's armies mass in the northeast. You're our only Sanctuary warrior—I need you to be stationed at Fort Delphi."
"What of Sean?"
"His fate is in the Light's hands."
The elder frowned. With a whoosh, he vanished, leaving the Duke trembling as the spire of Palomia Cathedral Collapse. A dead Gold Rank Paladin plummeted from its heights.
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Back on the road, Sean rode alongside Matthew, struggling to control his horse. "Not used to riding, Your Highness?" Matthew teased.
"Rusty, but I'll manage." Sean grinned, patting the mare.
The kitten stirred, stretching adorably. Sean couldn't resist scratching its chin.
"MEOOOW!" the kitten screeched, leaping to Matthew's other shoulder and baring tiny teeth.
Sean laughed. "So fierce! I'll get one just like her."
The kitten pawed Matthew's neck indignantly. Matthew doubled over in laughter.
I, Sharp Teeth and Claws! Sean mentally captioned the scene. If only I had a phone…