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This was smaller than his own bathing room. But what could Reguna expect of a village in the woods. He moved to the desk, placing his hand on the surface of it as he looked out the window. It was very dark now, and he had trouble making out objects from the forest. He turned to face Rakil, who was inspecting the room. He sighed before flopping to one of the beds, deciding that Rakil would not mind which bed he slept in.

"I stand corrected. You have always been a flirt. Even when we were boys, you were always scoping out the older noble ladies and they would always giggle at you. The only benefit you got from it was the occasional sweets they'd give you," Reguna muttered from the bed, rolling onto his stomach.

He stopped and rested his head on a pillow. He supposed he should stop talking about the past like this…He looked to Rakil. He hadn't seen his friend in so long, he really didn't know what to say.

Reguna looked away, having said nothing to Rakil's comment. After she had left to the wash room, Reguna rolled off the bed and stood there for quite some time. He did nothing, just stand there for a moment. This wasn't his first time trying to runaway from the palace, but this was surely the farthest he'd gotten.

At last, he rubbed the back of his neck and slipped the black ring off his finger. His hair was light, clean and shimmery. He was told that he looked much like his father as he grew older, but still had his mother's nose. It was the only trait he was told that he had of hers. His father was blonde and had violet eyes, pale of skin and a sharp look about him. But his mother, she had tanner skin with dark, round eyes. It was said that she was very beautiful despite coming from the coast. It was also said that she didn't like to cut her hair, so her dark brown hair was very long and would be styled in unique ways upon her head. He had seen many portraits of her, at least from the ones he could access, and wondered where she came from. She had died when he was young. Reguna's father never told him anything about her, other that she came from the coasts of this land where the sands were white and the rocks were black and sharp.
He didn't get the opportunity to talk much with his mother, but he could remember one night he spent together with her and she told him many tales of fantasy. She even told him she came from the sea. Reguna had asked if she was a mermaid and she replied, "Something like that."

Reguna stood there thinking about her for awhile before setting the ring on one of the tables. He took off his cloak and his belt. He would be mindful and keep his clothes on though. He normally wouldn't think about it when with Rakil, but now that he was a woman, well, something about being naked in front of a woman who was his old friend seemed a bit wrong. Or at least that was what he thought. After only keeping the essentials on, he laid back down into bed and laid on his back, playing with a lock of his hair.

He trusted Rakil on this journey, but was he doubtful about fixing this drought? Reguna would surely say yes.

And then he was asleep.

Reguna lay there curled up, his arms above his head as he slept. He was used to sleeping in, having become quite lethargic these days when life got a little comfortable for him. The click of the washroom door awoke him. He lay there a little confused, though through the grogginess he figured out where he was just by staring at the wall for a few minutes. He yawned, covering his mouth before sitting, glancing to the door where Rakil most likely disappeared to. He then looked to his things before running a hand through his hair in an attempt to comb it down.

It seemed too bright for it to be early, which sort of concerned him. They should have left at first light, for fear that the senate would be looking for their lost little king. He rubbed his elbow in thought. The senate was a tricky bunch; to think they would attempt to murder him. Probably for power. With a glum look, he looked out the window now to survey the area. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, which relieved him a little.

He moved to get up, picking up his things before knocking on the washroom.

"Rakil, I'm 'bout to piss my pants. Get out of there," Reguna murmured in a sleepy voice, still a bit sleep worn. "Besides, we should leave as soon as we can."

Reguna entered with a small nod of affirmation, shutting the door behind him. He did his business and proceeded to wash his face, peering into his reflection in the small mirror of the washroom. He stared for a bit in contemplation before putting his entire head in the basin. His hair was dripping wet, but he didn't bother to dry it anymore than to shake it out.

Reguna took his belonging, slipped the ring on and slipped downstairs. He felt so very foreign in this type of environment. He glanced to the barkeep, who kept a lingering eye on the ebony haired Reguna who had sat in the seat across from Rakil. He couldn't quite say he was very hungry, but picked up the piece of bread on his plate and ate it all.

"Were you lonely? I mean, when you spent those three years in that tower?" After he said this, he shook his head. He would pack up the rest of his plate for later dining, signaling that he was ready to leave. "Nevermind, I was just thinking that the time you spent away has given you much knowledge. I'm completely relying on you to save me and my kingdom, my friend."

The horse was another thing. He had seen magic before, but only what was showed to him. Reguna read several books on such, but was very limited in his knowledge.
He rubbed his jaw as he stared at the horse. Was it some kind of demon? It didn't seem to mind him much; Astra only looked at him without batting an eye before turning to continue to eat the mystery meet.

Reguna took Rakil's hand and used much of his own strength to pull himself up on top of the horse-beast.

Of course Reguna preferred having his own horse, however, it would be quicker to take this demon horse. He looked around, their mission doubling as a sightseeing tour for him.

Signs of the drought, despite it being such a nice day, were apparent. Fields of grass were not as vibrant and surely dry, as were the leaves of the trees. The well was surely dry, so they would have to travel to the rivers and streams nearby. The people were probably fed up with the king. Reguna knew he had little admirers amongst the commoners. It was something he felt guilty and regret about.

He decided to hide his face by pulling up his cloak around him and lay his head on Rakil's shoulder.

Reguna breathed, something of anticipation gripped him. Was he relieved? Not in the slightest, for this is where perhaps they could find their first of many clues. Was he scared? He would never admit it, his expression remained placid but indeed he was very worried and anxious. What was he to find upon the crumbling tower?

It had been three days, three weary days. Hiding and keeping to the shadows was tiring, especially when the search for the king was beginning to get desperate. He had heard no rumors from the common people, which was a good thing. That meant the senate had not leaked that Reguna had gone missing, for fear of panic or rioting. But this also meant that the senate was rigorously searching for him. Rakil had helped some, keeping Reguna hidden away. It also helped that Rakil had known these backwoods better than he.

He rubbed his chin, and when they neared the tower, Reguna slipped off first to stretch his legs. "This looks about ready to topple over...I suppose we should approach this through the front door? There seems to be no other way in," he supposed, looking to Rakil now with his violet eyes.