••{GARRICK'S POV}••
The next morning, we continue our journey as if none of it ever happened.
But the silence between us says otherwise.
Since we set out at dawn, not one of us has spoken. The only sounds are the steady thud of hooves against the earth, the rustle of leaves overhead, and the occasional jingle of harnesses and reins.
King Eros rides ahead of us, but not by much.
His horse moves at a slow, steady pace, and from where I am, I can see that his eyes are not fixed on the road ahead.
They're lowered on his reins.
And he still has that same look on his face from last night.
That distant look. That haunted one.
Lord Thorian keeps exchanging glances with Prince Alexei.
Then with me.
And every now and then, the two of them sneak another look at the king before quickly facing forward again.
It goes on for so long that eventually, I can't stomach it anymore.
"Your Majesty," I say at last.
King Eros doesn't look back.
