Fallen Queen (Mariposa Book 1) by Y. R. Shin

Author:Y. R. Shin [Shin, Y. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781952787010
Publisher: POPPYPUB
Published: 2020-10-22T05:00:00+00:00

Even if it were not wartime, horseback riding was a culture of the nobles that was quite useful in revealing elegance and strength at the same time. On top of that, it was the only noble practice Jacalrin, who only ever started things without finishing, had actually taken interest in and learned.

But recently, Jacalrin wanted to throw up when he thought even of the first ho of horseback riding. He had run from the capital for nearly a month before he joined the main force of Rarke, and then had to get back on the horse straightaway without any time to rest, so he thought his complaint quite well justified.

Behind him was an endless line of soldiers stretched out like a borderline across the forests and fields. He was sympathetic for them, as they were following the same boring march as him.

It would have been nice if he at least had a talkative friend he could chat with while they marched on, tied to their horses! But Seisen, who was watching his back, was way too polite, and Paseid, who was walking in front of him, was way too proper. Way too polite and way too proper were not that different in the sense that they were both boring. Jacalrin thought it especially a shame that the way Paseid acted in the capital varied greatly from the way he acted on a battlefield. In the capital, he at least pretended to listen to Jacalrin’s gossip and stories.

Jacalrin swallowed a yawn and tried to strike up a conversation. “Sir Calandok, it would take more than ten days to get to Ishas, circumventing Tolf, at this speed, right?”

“It will be a flat plain once we get out of the valley, so we’ll arrive earlier than that.”

Paseid, who was walking in the front, never even looked back. His horse, Rotsa, made sounds as elegant and calm as his master.

A soldier rode up alongside them. “Sir, the scouts have returned. There are no enemies hiding for ambush, sir.”

Reports followed at a constant interval from the others.

Not paying that much attention to them, Jacalrin unconsciously turned his head to look at Evinbur, then narrowed his eyes at Reuyen, who followed with a pale face.

He had thought that she was pale, but how did her face just keep getting paler during this arduous march where they couldn’t even wash for days? Regardless of Jacalrin’s eyes on her, Reuyen’s eyes were fixed on the valley beyond his head.

When Jacalrin’s head did not come back to face forward for a long time, Seisen coughed at last. “Ahem, hem, Sir Chesa?”

Constantly looking at her was more of an instinctual move; not the masculine instinct of a robust man interested in the opposite sex, but an instinct directly related to survival. It was a keen intuition of discord. Jacalrin grinned mischievously when he locked eyes with Evinbur, and unconsciously tightened and loosened his grip around the hilt of his sword hanging at his side.

There was a trail on a steep

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