Everett rides out of the gates of the capital, his home for all his 25 years of life, with his head held high, alone. Ignoring the stares of the people watching the prince that had been their champion and protector for years leave in supposed shame. He brings his horse to a stop, hearing someone call out to him and running after him. He looks towards the owner of the voice, squinting. "Are you here to try and stop me from leaving? I have to. The decision has been made."
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