Maya stared at Mikhael as he wandered into the cart and disappeared from sight. She was unsteady, but not because of his departure, or the dangers that threatened his life on the road ahead. No, there was a twisted possibility that clawed at the back of the Queen's mind, wherein Mikhael might have became that which he sought to destroy. If there were to come to pass, there was no telling where that would put Kale, or humanity itself, for that matter. Maya narrowed her eyes and turned back to the city, heading towards her castle and dismissing every pointless thought that plagued her. She had a duty to uphold, and nothing would stop her from leading her people in the months to come.

	Unfortunately for Mikhael, the knight who'd taken helm was none other than Lillian. She paid him a disdainful glare as he sat at her side as he moved as far away from her as he could without falling off of the cart. The woman shook her head and yanked on the tassels that guided Killion and Raltz. In mere moments, the two horses neighed obediently and trotted fourth, pulling the cart at a steady pace. The giant wheels clicked into motion and the hay rustled above the cart's inhabitants, but everything held together fine. Noisy, but without error.

	"You don't know where we're [i]actually[/i] going yet, do you?" Lillian blurted, not expecting a response from the young knight.