How agonizing that he spoke with the dictation Camus did; his voice was unmistakably the same, as were his face, his mannerisms … it took every ounce of Nyna’s restraint to hold back her torrent of emotions. Why had he simply not recognized her? She was not disguised, nor, in fact, traveling under an assumed name. It made no sense that Camus behaved thus – unless he, too, had resolved to forget their time together.
After Camus had been seemingly slain in battle, Nyna endeavored to lock their old love away and take to the loveless marriage that would restore her throne. She wished to forget him, in her own way. Seeing him alive was indication enough that she hadn’t succeeded in silencing her heart. The agony of lost love seized her. She fought to keep it contained.
Miraculously, her voice assumed an uncanny calm. She knew of what he spoke. The villagers had warned her of the bandits and Terrors; perhaps, she should focus on those aspects for now, and not … not on Camus.
“I would feel safer with you accompanying me, Sir Knight. It is appreciated.”
“I am here to parley with the nobles of Rigel. From what I’ve gathered, the escorts they sent me were slain. I - I pray you fare better. Would you … grace me with your name?”
“Ezekiel.” That was concerning. It was true he had overheard talk of an important guest from across the sea visiting, but they should have been ready and waiting days ago, in case of an early arrival. Furrowing his brow, the knight couldn’t help but think this stranger was right about their fate. He would have to keep an ear out for news of them. “I have yet to hear reports of any bodies being found, but I’ll need to report this to Emperor Rudolf.
At least if this was truly the one the nobles had been awaiting, it appeared they were to be on the same path anyway. “Unfortunately, I was not privy to the details of this parley, so I must ask for the honour of your name in return.” A whiny could be heard from the mare at Ezekiel’s side, and with a sigh he reached into his bag to find a carrot with which to feed her. “My apologies, she can be rather restless at times. I am afraid that unless we find someone willing to hire out a carriage, you will need to travel either by horseback or on foot.”
“She is well behaved - usually.” At least as long as her owner was watching, which shouldn’t be an issue for this journey. “The decision is ultimately yours.”
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