Chapter 66

• A man on a brown horse sped down the path dressed like the rest but from the way his outfit was decorated, you could tell that he was of a higher rank.
• He looked oddly familiar and I would have burdened myself with the task of figuring out where I first saw him if something else hadn't distracted me or rather someone.
• Even in the art of starring in a play of betrayal. He was still the most magnificent man I had ever seen and I smelled him before I even saw his mount and my chest constricted at the sight.