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Reguna hadn't even moved before Rakil decided to drag him away.

"Wait. Wait! Ra---Raine. What's happening? Explain what just happened," he hissed in a whispered voice, seeing as how they were not to be seen. Who was there attacker? Where did he go? What did Rakil know?

Reguna could only be helped with being dragged around. It was always like this, being kept in the dark about things. So Reguna decided he could wait and shut up for a moment. Though he was most concerned with Rakil's wellbeing. She was far more noticeable with her red hair than he was as king. Especially if she was wanted. Besides, the black hair would not do him any good in the palace. He supposed it would do more harm than good at this point, especially if there were to be caught by any guards.

Reguna couldn't say he enjoyed being dragged around. His face was dark, as he was in thoughts. An assassin sent by the senate. The senate. His well-trusted advisors. His father's well-trusted advisors. He scoffed at the thought. This was the government that his country was built on? Could Reguna trust Rakil to say such irreverence? No, that would mean doubting Rakil. Doubting their very own bond as friends. Reguna kept his indecision in his thoughts and only there, not wanting to voice his incertitude.

At last, we stood in the gardens. I stopped Rakil by the arm, looking into her face with a serious expression. "Wait, wait. If we're keeping a low profile, then wouldn't a missing assassin sent by the senate to kill a king be somewhat…alarming?" He paused, looking around. No one was in the gardens at this time of night. He then looked back to Rakil. "Couldn't you have erased his memory? Or stupefied him instead of turning him into a knife?" This wasn't the first time an assassin was sent to kill Reguna. None of them obviously succeeded, and Reguna learned early on that he shouldn't take offense to it. Assassins were something every king dealt with, and Reguna had trained in preparation of one. But the fact that he knew the senate had sent this particular assassin concerned him. Was this the first time? Reguna had a feeling it wasn't. And if this particular assassin didn't return with a report of the situation, then the senate would know that the king was not only gone, but had managed to make an assassin disappear as well.

Reguna looked down. But then the senate would be on a king hunt. He also couldn't understand the use of magic against a man, especially when Rakil was one himself. Was Rakil no different than any other magic user out there? He couldn't say.

But Rakil had a point, to which Reguna kept quiet. He looked around before moving forward. He rubbed his hands together, looking up at the garden wall before him. "Well then, if the senate will be looking for us, we better get running. You don't know how annoyingly quick the senate is in catching me when I get into trouble," he muttered. He then turned his attention back to the wall before making a few steps back to give him a running start. He then used the wall as a boost, catching the top with his hands. He pulled himself up with a grunt before looking back at Rakil. He didn't doubt that Rakil had the ability to make it up before Reguna hopped over the other side.

Reguna climbed on top of the golden horse with ease behind Rakil. He looked to the wall, the edge of his palace, his home and bid it a silent farewell. Hopefully, upon return, he can bring justice in hand.

Reguna then leaned forward, to make sure he had a stable seat behind Rakil. He had ridden on a horse with a lady before, but for some reason he was a bit embarrassed to be sitting behind Rakil. However, he knew not to care for it now. Only that he should rely on Rakil to lead them to their destination, wherever that may be.

To say that Reguna didn't expect…this, was an understatement. He gripped Rakil's waist, squeezing his eyes shut. Rakil had…definitely changed, and everything along with him. Everything about his old friend seems to be magical. He managed to open one of his eyes.

The fire did not burn Rakil's hands and eager to try this out as well, Reguna leaned forward a little bit against Rakil's back to touch the mane himself. It didn't burn him either. Reguna reclined, but he couldn't not hold on for much longer, the horse running too fast for Reguna to comprehend.

Reguna usually didn't get motion sickness, but he was eager to get off the horse. A hell ride, really. He slipped off the saddle the moment the opportunity allowed him and ran a hand through his wind-crazed hair. He paced a bit, to put some feeling back into his legs a little. He then looked around the village. Reguna travelled a bit, but not very often. He didn't recognize this particular place, but almost every village was similar.

I held my cloak closer to my body, rubbing the ring on my finger that made my hair jet black. "I trust you," Reguna said after a little bit, looking over his shoulder to look at Rakil. He then began walking towards the inn.

Reguna entered the inn, which had quieted since he entered. He gained a few eyes, but that was to be expected of a stranger to this village. Reguna stood there a little awkwardly, but didn't have to wait long for Rakil to enter behind him. He looked at her for a split second before moving to the counter.

"I would like two rooms. Or one room with two beds. Whatever's cheaper," I asked of the inn keeper, who eyed Reguna's face and then clothing. He didn't see much, since Reguna's cloak wrapped around him. He looked sceptic of Reguna, who didn't offer much to convince the innkeeper.

Reguna raised a brow as he watched Rakil exchange a few words with the innkeeper. He shuffled up the stairs, turning his head to give her a sly look.

"You've become a real flirt these past few years, haven't you?" Reguna laughed softly. He had noted her tone and her body movements, well aware that Rakil was very much indeed a woman now.

Reguna also noted Rakil's familiarity with this village. He couldn't quite say it was envy. He scratched his head, making it to the top of the stairs. He walked down the hall a bit before turning to Rakil to know which door was theirs.