Zyren didn't order the carriage to stop until they had gone deep into the main city. Past the city center and close to the walls that led to the outer cities—some still governed by humans but overseen by vampires.
The guard didn't ask any questions even when Zyren ordered him to keep going, heading through the road and past the forest that divided the Vampire realm from that of the Werewolves.
He didn't ask why Zyren didn't take more guards or anything like that. He simply sat quietly in the driver's seat of the carriage and did the one thing he had been asked to do.
He drove.
The horses raced forward, their hooves pounding against the stone path, and the guard never once tried to lower their speed.
