It didn’t take a seer to see that the last place Gerald wanted to be was out in the cold spring night, under a dull half-moon, cloudy and starless sky. But there he was. He stared out at the seemly impenetrable walls of the Capital of the great kingdom of Cyrian afar of, thinking of how exactly he had gotten to the position where he was that night.
A few days earlier, after Richard had made his request of Meredith and left, Gerald asked, "Are you sure that this is the right way to go about this, your Majesty? I mean, King Richard returning now to the Kingdoms region under these circumstances isn't just insane, it's downright unwise."
"I know that, Gerald," she returned, sighing exasperatedly; apparently she had been thinking the same thing herself. "But his mind's already made up. He fee
