It was a whole day before Gray embarked on the road back to the Lion King Palace, as night began to fall.
The silver moon hung high in the sky, with white-gray clouds drifting about, and the northern stars faintly visible.
Lights were on in every household. The streets, bustling by day, had turned cold and deserted, while each home grew warm once more.
Gray rode his horse side-by-side with the King's carriage. Or rather, the King's carriage chased after his horse.
Yes, chased.
The King's face was rather unpleasant, "Did I just offend him?"
"Probably... not."
"Then why isn't he saying a word or acknowledging me? He was quite happy in the theater just now!"
"Well... Your Majesty, maybe, Holy Knights just have that kind of personality?"
