He had been walking for hours. Evan isn't sure where he is anymore. He just knows he had to leave, and he's quite thankful for his decision to leave. As he had been sneaking out of the back (though sneaking wasn't necessary, he fears that they'll find him), he had seen the rivaling kingdom come in with cannons. The castle wouldn't be there much longer, had he stayed to mourn or cry he'd be dead by now.

Since it was so obvious Evan's royalty, they (the crazy man's friends) had at first been wary of him. Evan won them over somehow, though, and he had been given a clean set of clothing to change into, along with the promise of dinner.

He shed the stupid jacket, and put on some more flexible pants. Not exactly the quality he was used to, but surely they'll make do. Evan snuggles into the simple wool sweater they had given him, dyed a rich crimson. When he leaves the small hut he had been forced into to change, he is met with his saviour.