The hooves of the horses thundered down the road but this time, it wasn't the smooth, well trodden path that led to the palace.
Ren's jaw was hurting from all the clenching he'd been doing as they rode towards the Underwood Estate, having teleported straight from the capital.
He could've teleported with Thorn straight to Lilith's room, but this wasn't a personal visit. Seeking aid from the king wasn't the only task he'd been given by his father.
His mind went back to Lord Rosefield's offer. Aid in exchange for the barony. If they wanted aid, there was nothing they could do.
This wasn't earth where one could go viral on social media and use public opinion to reach the president. Here, the way to reach the king is to go through those around him and right now, Ren had no point of contact between him and the king.