"Okay!" Corg mounted his horse and instructed Lester to do the same. As soon as Lester got on his horse, the two left Drogo and trotted to the village, entering as the first ray of sun emerged in the sky.
Drogo saw them disappearing inside the village. With his heart twisting with tension and dread, he mounted his horse and rode in the opposite direction. He was sure that after he created a fresh rebellion, the king would reward him secretly, but the king only got his posters hung, branding him as the criminal of the crime he never did.
Back in the palace, Lazarus was pacing his room. His father had called him and he knew exactly why. The rebellion up north had stirred up and the person responsible for it was none other than Emma's father.
"Lord Lorza?" Emma called him, hoping he would stop fretting over it, but it had been pretty agitated ever since he heard the news. "Do you want me to talk to my father?"
