The first light of dawn stretched across the sky, painting it in soft hues of deep blue and warm orange. Shadows slowly receded as the sun began its slow ascent, casting a quiet glow over the palace grounds.
Ragnar and Casilo worked quickly to ready their horses for the journey ahead. There wasn't much to prepare, just the essentials. They had both agreed to travel light, and neither of them saw any reason to linger. Ragnar, especially, was eager to be gone. He didn't even wait for the sun to fully rise. The sooner they left, the better. Every passing moment felt like a delay they couldn't afford. The road to Amris was long and it was always best to begin the journey early.
Ragnar's horse gave an inpatient snort when he placed a saddle over its back, taking care to fasten it securely.
