They reached the villa in far less time than he would have by foot. The two guards rode massive horses decorated in the Duke's colors. The beasts were sleek and powerful, their coats brushed to a polished sheen, with tack and reins worked in deep leather and bright metal fittings
Terry held a banner with the familiar insignia on it, which caused people to give them wide berth wherever they moved.
Even if they hadn't carried the banners, there would still have been significant space given, as they were both Knights.
They had brought a third horse along with them, allowing Luca to ride alongside. It was an odd feeling to be constantly stared at wherever he went, as it was something he wasn't familiar with at all.
All his life, Luca was used to intentionally hiding in the shadows whenever he could, and he still would for the foreseeable future. But this...
'I could get used to this.'
