The king was riding in front, holding Iris in front of him on the horse. If anyone did not know them, they would say she already belonged to him, riding like that, like she was his woman. Sei could not stop analyzing himself as this was so right, they were both doing their job, well almost, and this was also so wrong in a way he could not comprehend. There was something off... something that did not make sense for him and he could not discover what it was.
After some time, they reached the foot of the mountain, and entered the groves, stopping in front of the entrance to a cave. The king dismounted and again he pulled Iris towards him, getting her down from the horse, handing the mane to the monk, who reached them first, and without any word he just signaled everyone not to follow him.
