Evelyn
Finally, the palace gates cam into view on the horizon and loomed ahead, tall and dark against a bruised evening sky. Our horses trotted over the cobblestones, as the path beneath us turned from the thin, travel-worn path of packed earth to paved road.
We were silent as we approached, each of us mutely thinking of what had happened and what was still to come. Scott’s chains clinked behind me, every sound a reminder that he still breathed. Occasionally, a low moan of pain was emitted from where he was slung, bound and unmoving on across the horse’s backside like a bag of feed.
He was laid out across the back of Logan’s horse, and Logan proceeded onward without ever acknowledging the wordless complaints from his travel companion. If anything, the sounds of Scott’s pain seem
