The journey to Eringdalle had been set for early this morning. And looking out the window with the position of the sun, Henry could tell it was almost noon.
Without another thought Henry swung off the blanket and got out of bed, he hurried out of the room, not caring about his appearance that looked somewhat disheveled at the moment.
A few servants gave him weird gazes as he came to hurry past them, but they still lowered their heads to pay their respects while internally wondering where he was going to in such a hurry.
Coming out of the gates of the mansion, Henry walked up to his horse, untying it from the sheds then he jumped into it, he rode forward then stopped before a group of men with Froylan and a few guards among them.
