The wind was astoundingly cold that winter morning, the bite could be felt clear to the bone. The winter had been determined to prove strong even in the last few weeks before spring. Harrison looked out across the valley that would return him to the girl that he had fallen in love with over the last few years. She was still ignorant to the feelings in his heart. Would this trip be any different from the rest. Harrison’s horse was anxious to get to the stables in Fairview, remembering back to the last trip to the castle, he knew that he could finish the journey in less than a day. Harrison on the other hand was not anticipating a warm welcome. He would be lucky to find a room in Fairview, knowing that the barracks would be full to the brim of local soldiers. A sword for hire like himself was only welcome if there was room. Harrison made the last few preparations to leave camp, burying the ashes of last nights humble fire in the snow. Harrison dreamed of the day he could lay down his sword and take his place as the lord of Sterling Castle and it’s modest estate, his uncle, Sawyer Morlen, had no one else to call family and had promised him the lands. Harrison mounted up and looked towards his destination. His horse was eager and pranced waiting for the go ahead, Harrison gave a slight squeeze to his thigh. As he slowed the young stallion back to a walk he caught a flash in the corner of his eye. A coyote slinking his way behind him, looking for any chance of a meal that Harrison may have left behind at his camp. He watched the dog shy away from the easy path that his horse had left in the snow. Unsure if there was a chance of any stragglers to the human.
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