The morning was a cold, bitter one as Leo tassled underneath his thick, bellowing blankets. The thick winds slid underneath the window ceilings, the ice crystalizing at the ends and the day seemed atrocious; no person could dare step out there, could they?

Leo shuffled and woke up. His eyes, tired, his body, sore. He wanted to lay. He wanted to let his muscles let go and he didn't want to face today. He pondered: why? Why did he of all people had to join the four on this journey?

His voice was vital. He was the king, the king of Rion. The one who did all the legal work and the one to balance the kingdom's serenity and peace.

Why couldn't he handle this, than? Why couldn't he go on a carriage ride? Why couldn't he be around his friends, why couldn't he be a part of the group..?

Than, it hit him. Stepping out of the kingdom. Having to leave his home. To leave the comfort of his library and books that he can barely understand himself, to leave the warmth he always knew.

His teeth graced his lip and soon bit hard on his knuckles as he slammed his foot on the ground. His eyes watered. He drew in a sharp breathe, and his silence was caught off by a familar voice.

"Sir Leo? All well?" The white owl flew in, her eyes concerned as she crooked his head. She landed on his bed, pecking his arm.

"Oh, I'm well Joseline. I'm just thinking too much." He said, looking over to her and rubbing hid hand over her soft, feathery head. She nodded.

"Alright, Sir. Breakfast is ready."

"I will be down later," He said softly, getting up and taking off his silk bedwear. "But don't count on me coming down." His voice was lowered at the final phrase.

"Sir," Joseline spoke again, her wings poofed out. "It would be the third time you didn't eat with us for breakfast! You need to eat something, Raven is getting worried-"

"Tell her that's nonsense." He spoke, sliding on his favorite shirt--one made of soft white cotton that hung off his shoulders, revealing his deep collarbones and freckled pale shoulders. "I am fine. And I will always be such.

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The sun, or left of the bright star, was high in the sky. The clock dinged three PM as he made his way downstairs. He had a small bag packed with needs (well, mostly goods, but don't dare speak that to Ravenwood) and his body was practically collasping.

He went down to meet Ravenwood. Her black hair, usually a mess, was gelled to the side and her usually filthy knight attire switched with a ironed and pressed uniform that showcased her badges and positions.

"Leo?" She rushed to him, her hand placed on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Leo looked down.
"I don't k-know."