Xavier's eyes flew open and he stared up at the sky. He had been unconscious for a while. For a moment, he feared Devine hadn't made it in time. But when he looked around again, he realized he was still in the palace. That fear deepened when he saw guards moving past.
Yet something felt off. He wasn't lying on the ground. He was on top of a truck, more like an old wooden carriage.
"I'll give him a peaceful burial. It's the least I can do as a friend," Devine muttered as he pushed the truck out through the back gate. His hands trembled with age, and Xavier was heavier than he expected. Still, he pushed on, struggling down the long path that led to the cemetery.
Xavier had been awake the whole time, just pretending to be dead so no one would suspect anything. But now, he was growing tired of playing the role.
"Are we close to the cemetery?" he asked, eyes still shut.
