Trevor didn’t think he’d ever been more relieved to see the castle and the hold ever in his life. It was an agonizing few months away, traveling with just him and Sypha. Not that he minded Sypha.

“Can’t the horses go any faster? we’re almost there, they can rest when we stop.” He complained, all he wanted was a cup of ale, a warm bed and a warm body beside him. He could see the tops of the castle through the trees.