Wren had been preparing her breakfast, prepping for another day of work at the ward, when a knock at her door claimed her attention. She lowered the heat on the furnace to make sure the biscuit she was warming up wouldn’t burn to a crisp and made her way to answer the door.
“Captain Agnar!” Wren’s grin slowly dimmed when she noticed his furrowed brow, “Is everything alright?”
He was in armor as well, she noted.
Captain Agnar offered a small smile nonetheless and bowed slightly at the waist in greeting.
“Lady Wren, there are some disturbances-”
“Disturbances?” Wren shifted in place. “What kind of disturbances?”
“King Loki has sent me to fetch you. There is no time for explanations,” Agnar stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “We will be gone for a while; therefore, it would be best to pack light layers.”
Wren’s adrenaline began pumping through her veins. “How long will we be gone for? Why must I come along? Captain Agnar?”
“Lady Wren, please. You will have answers to your questions but not now. Go gather your belongings. The King is expecting us,” Agnar followed Wren into her bedroom and helped her stuff clothing and toiletries into a bag. “You will need a cloak as well.”
Wren nodded and collected her cloak plus a couple of books, which she slid into the bag as well.
“I still do not understand what purpose would I serve in this trip,” Wren watched as Agnar slid the bag over his shoulder and gently guided her out of her room.
“Lady Wren, I do not have the answers right now, I’m afraid.”
Wren sighed and grabbed her biscuit, turned the furnace off.
“Very well. We should go then.”
When Wren and his captain arrived at the palace, Loki had already arranged for everything and they were ready to go.
Loki was seated upon a majestic, black horse. The steed was clad in armour and her headgear sported a mirror image of the horns of his own helmet. Surrounding the King on their, slightly smaller, black horses were six of his Honour Guard, their expressions blank.
“Wren Validotter,” he nodded to Wren, both an acknowledgement of her presence and an introduction to the dozen of Einherjar that were, next to his Honour Guard, present as well. They too were mounted on their own animals, although their horses were white.
“We are leaving,” Loki commanded simply, while Agnar was mounting his own horse that had been kept ready by a servant.
From his high position, Loki extended his hand for Wren to take and a servant scrambled to assist Wren to get her atop the magnificent steed.
“You are riding with me.”
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