×Chapter 19×
×All the Kings Men×
Adam and Rachel were worried about John’s intentions. He had been shocked to discover the fate meant for Gielinor. In the background during their conversation they had seen that he was in a room with a very high ceiling, and very elegant décor. John had ended the conversation with a very worried look on his face, saying he was going to speak to his father.
“I hope he doesn’t do anything too rash,” Rachel said to Adam. The two of them were lying together in a tent just west of the River Salve. Rachel’s arm was draped across Adam’s bare chest.
Adam turned his head to the side and kissed her lightly on the cheek, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine. He is a very level headed guy; he wouldn’t just go off and get killed. I’ll tell you what, we can get up earlier tomorrow and be in Meiyerditch by noon, alright?”
“Okay, I just want to be sure that John is safe,” Rachel continued worrying despite Adam’s attempts to console her. “Goodnight, Adam.”
Adam reached over and brushed some of Rachel’s amber hair away from her face, “Goodnight, Rachel.”
A werewolf howled at the full moon somewhere in the distance, its woeful call carrying across the landscape and echoing across the Salve.
John woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, he felt his icy skin and ran a hand back through his hair, “I have to get out of here, I need to be with Rachel and Adam.”
John slowly climbed out of bed and set his feet on the floor, the hushed scraping of his feet on the lifeless stone the only sound in the empty night. He worked in the light of the full moon, fastening his boots to his feet, dressing in his favorite cloak, and sheathing his sword. He hefted the sword up and swung it across his back before climbing up to the windowsill of his bedroom. He looked down a couple hundred feet into the blackness; the ground was not visible at night from the tower that housed his bedroom.
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