ITS WET ROT

I had arrived on my horse at the town with two silver knights, my page, Paige, and my chamberlain, Lord Ferdinand. Each riding a horse of their own.

A few hours ago, I had ordered Lord Ferdinand to take me into town to inspect the territory, Sterilia.

Paige had suggested taking me into town with my carriage—A carriage is a private four-wheeled vehicle for people and is most commonly horse-drawn.

But I refused his suggestion as I wanted to feel the breeze on my face and the wind in my curly hair as always.

So we galloped for a mile through the rough road before we rode into the town through its shabby gates or what was left of it.

From what I could see as I rode in, the gate was once a tightly set of wooden poles in the form of gates but now it was no more than a broken mess of sticks.

So I asked the guardsman by the gate, “Why is the gate in such a condition? Shouldn't it be repaired or replaced by now!?”

“Ah! Your Highness, my lord!” He respectfully bowed at my presence and proceeded
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter