Chapter Twenty-Six
I ride together with Shane, on a beautiful black stallion. Raven rides in front of us, and she sure seems rushed. We have travelled for many hours now, and the cold, hard wind feels like it’s cutting my skin. By nightfall we reach an enormous villa. It almost looks like a castle, but since I can compare it to the King’s residence, not much will be called that anymore, in my vocabulary. It’s smaller than that, but still too big to live comfortably. There’s a deep moat around the fortress, with a drawbridge that’s let down. I see flags flutter from the towers of the stronghold. It looks very strong, with thick walls and protective spikes on the top. It’s an impressive spectacle. We gallop across the bridge, and enter a square that’s loaded with people. There’s men and women wearing chai
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