Of course, you did.

It is quite difficult navigating the terrain whilst keeping the cloak that covers you from falling off. The gnawing and moaning of the zombies at your heel serves a good incentive to keep your ass moving. On the plus side, you get a fine view of Fiona's jiggling buttocks as she runs.

Soon enough, the two of you were able to get ahead of your pursuers and at a good time too, you're nearly keeling over from exhaustion. Fiona looks as winded as you, but even then, she still manage to look dashingly beautiful. She scouts around for any signs of the living dead before relaxing against a nearby boulder.

"I think we lost them."

"Good," You croak out. "Where are we?"

"We are outside the kingdom," she says before pushing off the boulder and unto her feet. You do the same. "We better get going, the night isn't pleasant around here."

The pace of the walk is much slower now that you aren't being chased, but your bare feet are covered in scrapes and cuts after just the first mile. Also, it's very awkward to walk while trying to hold your cloak closed.

You'd find all of this hard to believe if you aren't here witnessing it for yourself. Being teleported to the medieval times, upon your ****, that would make for a real good story. In your peripherals, you catch Fiona looking at you with a worried expression on her face. She then says, "So you are the wizard? Have you come to save us?"

Lost for words, you settle for gaping like a trout. The word 'wizard' resonates within you. What the fuck is she talking about?

"I'm not a wizard. I don't even know how I got here." You reply dumbly.

You see something flit across her visage, disappointment and a little bit of fear, before she breaks into a million dollar grin. "You are just confused. Don't worry, we will reach the castle soon and Wizard Holvencalf will make sense of everything."

She didn't say anymore after that. You don't speak either. The silence helps your thinking process. Wizards are powerful magicians, maybe this Hoover fellow might be able of help before you go insane, courtesy of the implausible things you've seen so far.

The mountains rise high over your head to the left and the right, as you trek through the flat valley. Eventually you leave the trees behind, passing over flat farm land that runs through a mountain valley. You walk the road that leads from the northern farmland to the south with Fiona at your side.

The road leads to a large city wrapped in a thick wall, nestled in the middle of a long mountain range that stretches from horizon to horizon. You can see a tall tower and a large castle below it in the middle of the city. The architecture reminds you of Camelot from the Merlin TV series.

Sweet relief blooms on Fiona's pretty face as you follow the road through a gate and into the city. "Welcome to Karpita," she says.

Everything is downright medieval; the cobblestoned street, the houses, the horse pulled carts, the clothes. The moment you are seen, dozens of townspeople gather around you. You know you are a strange sight, wearing nothing but a fancy cloak, but their intense scrutiny still seems unjustified. The dozens of people swell into at least a hundred as Fiona walks you through the city streets toward the castle.

"We need to report to the Queen" she says.

A squad of soldiers rides forth from the castle and pushes the civilians aside. You and Fiona are led deep into the castle. The interior is beautiful and imposing as it should be. The servants stares as you walk by, no doubt wondering who you are. A pair of heavily armored sentries snaps to attention and swing open the large metal double door.

The impressive throne room is nearly empty save for a gray haired man that is conversing with an imperial looking woman in hushed whispers. Upon seeing you, they stop talking and the man takes stand behind her. Her impeccable posture plus the fact that she's an A+ looker says 'Queen' brighter than a neon sign. With long black hair, a slender body, and rosy red cheeks, she is absolutely gorgeous. The ebony of her hair contrastiing with her pale white skin, compliments her regal features in a way that seems almost timeless. She is dressed smartly in a fitted brocade gown. It seem like a simple outfit for royalty but she pulls it off so well you begin to feel a bit embarrassed by how you must look in her perspective.

Fiona bows and you follow suit, as smoothly as your outfit allows. She ask the two of you to stand before focusing on you specifically. "Greetings traveller," she says in a palliative tone. "I'm Queen Tilda. Welcome to Karpita."

You spare a glance at Fiona but she only gives a shrug. Looks like you're on your own. "Thank you, your Majesty. My name is Jamie." You respond politely. You add a little bow at the end. It's better to kiss ass than lose your head. The Queen nods before saying, "you must be so tired from your journey." She claps and a dirty blonde maid bursts into the throne room. "She will see you to your room and attend to your needs. Adela, bring him back in time for supper."

The maid nods and directs you out of the throne room. Before you leave, you catch the words "report" and "the Viscount is dead."