The travel begins

​The heavy iron hinges of the postern gate groan only slightly as you lead your horse through.

Beside you, Sir Kaelen and Sir Elian, the knights chosen to accompany you, follow your lead. Beside being skilled, they are loyal, and known for their ability to keep a secret as their skill with a blade. .

To any passerby, you aren't a king and his guard; you are merely a merchant and two hired swords.

​"Kaelen, Elian," you say, your eyes turning toward the darkening hills of the frontier. "From this moment, I am just 'Ceryn.' If we encounter a patrol, I am the son of a wool merchant from the North. If we encounter bandits... well, then I am just another man who knows how to use a sword."

​"Understood, Ceryn," Elian grins, while the other one nods.