CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Before the break of dawn, an aching back and a letter in my hand I left for Arthur, I walked down the stables to get my horse.

Raven, my black beauty seemed excited to see me as her tail swept left and right while I fed her and apple.

She's been with me for as long as Tristan has been breathing on this earth. 

My gift Arthur gave me for the massacre of the former council members.

I saddled her in when the stable boy came but he said nothing as I ties my little luggage on my horse.

He might be wondering why I was dressed like a commoner but because he was probably scared of me from the rumors he was unable to ask.

The reason as to why I was dressed like this was because in the outland regions, my title was almost nonexistent, powerless.

It was the only place I knew that treated me like an equal than a queen, wife, mother, demon or goddess.

To Westoros I was a queen and to the outlands, I was Callisto and that was what I nee