Chapter 345: A Shared Night
The warhorse thundered through the darkened path as the couple ventured away from the bustling heart of the capital and descended towards the County of Medhir.
"Drystan, slow down!" shouted Sylvia, her voice barely audible over the pounding hooves as the knight urged the horse on.
The cold wind whipped against her face as they raced against time.
"We must hurry! It’s going to rain, Sylvie!" Drystan exclaimed, paying little heed to her concerns.
He had observed the sky and anticipated a turn in the weather, but he hadn’t expected the menacing clouds to gather so quickly, forming a dark anvil ready to unleash its fury. The rhythmic sound of the horse’s hooves echoed through the night as they pressed on.
However, it didn’t take long for the weather to take a turn for the worse. Raindrops began to fall from the ink-black sky, drenching the earth beneath them.
Drystan continued to push the warhorse harder, but as the rain intensified, obscuring their vision, he realised they had to halt their journey. The treacherous conditions posed a risk of the horse stumbling on the uneven road and causing an accident.
While Drystan himself wouldn’t have minded braving the downpour, he couldn’t endanger Sylvia’s safety.
"We can’t go on!" he declared, his voice strained. "We need to find shelter!"
"But where?" Sylvia asked, wiping the rainwater from her face. Her robe clung to her body, soaked through by the relentless downpour.
"I saw a barn when we passed through here earlier," the knight replied, scanning the surroundings. And indeed, not far from them stood an abandoned barn.