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Marcus-Hunter

"Fucking fog," Marcus grumbled to himself. He pulled a flask from his saddlebag and took a long drink, the stinging alcohol sliding down his throat to warm his belly. It was strong but his face didn't show it. The sting no longer affected him, he actually welcomed it. His horse snorted as he replaced it and Marcus leaned down to pat his warm neck. They had been traveling for five days, five long days with only one glimpse of their destination. The great city of Adin. Why would anyone would build their city on the side of a mountain? It was ridiculous. He wasn't even sure how close he was anymore, the fog hampering his view of the walls. His horses hooves clicked on the road, filling the silence with a hollow sound. The beast had been the most trustworthy of all of his horses, one who, no matter the challenge rose to meet it. Marcus felt rather fond of the muddy colored stallion, but he would never admit it nor show it.

Marcus took a deep breath, stretching his arms above him. A pop sounded from his back erasing a dull pain that had formed the day before. He allowed a smile and reached for the reins again, squinting as something began to form through the fog. He reached up to rub his face, the tough bristles of a five day beard brushing against a calloused hand. His dark eyes studied the structure that was forming, and he was mildly pleased when gates came into view, two guards on either side. They were looking at him, no doubt hearing him before seeing him. His horse, seeing the gates moved faster, seeing the opportunity for rest and a large bucket of oats. Marcus pulled him to a stop looking at the guard to his left. He pulled a piece of parchment from his saddlebag and presented it. The guard took it, reading, and then looked to the other, only nodding.

"Welcome to Adin, you will be provided housing within the castle," The guard said as he handed the parchment back. Marcus nodded and urged his horse forward through the gate that the other guard had opened. It seemed the fog couldn't make it past the walls. The streets were busy, perhaps too busy for his liking. He watched as a woman with two small children walked in front of him. She looked up and he saw her, her beautiful face, her eyes, her lips. He blinked and she was gone, replaced by the face of the woman who ushered her children across quickly, perhaps frightened by his haggard appearance. His hand moved to his face again, wondering if he should shave. The hunt didn't call for it, but he was meeting the King was he not? Perhaps it was warranted. Marcus steered his stallion through the crowd, hooves headed for the castle. The charger plodded along, his mood souring as they passed a stable. Normally, Marcus would have patted the horse, assuring him that his work was almost done, but now in front of these people, he did not. His face remained cold and unfeeling as they moved.

Finally, they came to the steps of the castle. Marcus stopped his horse, and looked up at the palace. His brows furrowed as he imagined what the King would look like. Perhaps he would be dressed in fine clothes, rings glittering on his fingers. He couldn't help but not like this man because of his good fortune. Marcus swung out of his saddle, heavy boots hitting the ground. He allowed himself to pat the horse gratefully. The horse, used to this behavior accepted it with his own stand-off-ish behavior. The two were a match made in heaven.

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