A Familiar Fork in the Road

You and your guards together with your wagon of supplies have traveled for a few days now on horseback. One man at the very front bears your family crest, and three men ride just behind him. You are situated just behind those three men with two on both your left and right side and five more behind you. You are a King after all and they need to keep you guarded. The supply wagon was following just behind those five. Two men serve to coach the wagon and five more are stationed inside the wagon. The rest are behind it or have scouted ahead. Trees, tall, thick and green, surround you. A perfect setting for bandits or God forbid, barbarians to set up an ambush. You aren't taking any chances.

The Kingdom has been left in the trusted hands of Dietrich. But now you and your group have come across a fork on the road.

You feel a sense of familiarity with what's right ahead of you. One road goes forwards down south to where you want to go. Another goes east and another goes west. You know this road and you know where the road to the west and the east leads to. Your face is flat except for the small, near undetectable small on your lips. You feel several emotions swirling in your chest. A lot of mixed feelings are felt by you.

"Sire," the lieutenant of your men, a middle-aged man named Otto approaches you on his horse, "the scouts who were sent ahead have reported no trouble awaits us."

"Very good!" You tap the lieutenant Otto's back. "Sire, the night and its darkness will soon be upon us. We should set up camp while the sun still provides us with light." The officer recommends.

"No need." You point to a direction, "We shall make our way there."