Chapter 59 - Burning the Brothel

As the animal sped through the dense forest, its hooves hammering the ground at a regular pace, Ramin held fast to Jasmine's horse's reins. He had received explicit instructions from Jasmine, do not change the horse's course or pause for anything. Ramin didn't, for that reason. Even though his muscles ached and his body hurt, he remained determined. He hardly saw the familiar views of the forest whipping past him, branches scraping his arms. All he could think of was returning to Arcanis. A wave of relief filled Ramin's chest as the first signs of the kingdom's boundaries emerged through the trees. Once feeling like a cage, Arcanis' palace's tall walls now welcomed him as a haven. As they got closer to the huge gates, the horse slowed, and Ramin's breath came in short gasps. His hands shook from the strain of gripping the horse's mane for so long, and his clothes clung to his sweat-soaked skin. When his feet reached the ground, he nearly fell off the horse and stumbled in the d