Liselle stomped to her steed, climbed up and took the reins from the groom. Vevin and Sir Danth mounted an instant later, jumping effortlessly onto their saddles with Emmaoen right behind. A few minutes later, they were through the castle gates. Liselle was still angry at everything and people were in her way. She didn’t understand why cities had to have so many people and so much noise. Her horse stepped high, moving along at a good clip. The ride was jarring, but in tune with her emotions. Vevin was trying to get her attention, but she ignored him. Suddenly he was in front of her, blocking her horse with his. “Dearest, you’re on fire and it’s scaring the people.” Liselle glared at him for a moment before looking down and observing that her entire body was on fire. She noticed it didn’t burn the horse or her clothes. The people on the street had scrambled to the sides, leaving a wide path. An elderly woman was struggling to get a small vendor cart out of the way. Vevin had placed his mount in front of Liselle to prevent her from running the woman over.
