At the other end of the village of Reigh, the sound of guards marching forwards like a slow stampede became an almost humming background noise to the young twelve-year-old prince Conrad Hart who sat staring outside the carriage window. His short dark blonde hair almost fell into his golden eyes; the white and golden embroidered double-breasted jacket he wore made his eyes shine brighter. The only part he seemed to share with his siblings showed he was, in fact, royal blood.
"You should get on your horse now," The Queen, Annika, who sat across from him, spoke. She was a thin petite woman with pale blonde hair and icy blue eyes surrounded by white lashes, her ethereal beauty known across the lands. Conrad looked up at her, who could not bear to look at him. She never could, as though he was a beast ready to kill her at any moment.
