Dylan and Archie walked side by side towards the carriage.
As soon as they reached the foot of the door they turned and bowed at same time, thanking the King of Altermor for his hospitality.
The King of Altermor raised his hand and waved graciously at them.
At his right was his son and a little further behind some companions.
Archie turned away, facing the door.
"Let's go home dear," he said holding up his hand.
Dylan turned and took held his husband's hand, already getting inside the carriage.
Then Archie also went inside the carriage and sat right next to Dylan.
The carriage door was closed.
Dylan rested his arm on the window ledge, looking out the window.
Finally the carriage began to move.
Dylan suddenly felt a weight in his lap and looked down.
Archie was lying on his lap.
"What are you doing?" Dylan asked, all confused.
Archie snuggled in the seat and across Dylan's lap.
"I'm taking a nap... I couldn't sleep well... I spent a sleepless night working on preparations for our return..."
Dylan continued to look at him with a disdainful face.
"Idiot…" Dylan looked away, aiming for the window.
"Unfortunately I don't feel like going to anyone's mansion to eat or rest… I prefer to eat and sleep in a tavern…" said Archie.
Dylan looked at him.
"I asked Lizha to take some supplies from the Altermor castle... if we're hungry, we'll eat right here in the carriage... if we're going to stop, it's to rest."
"Okay..." Dylan said, all disinterested.
"I hate it when it's my dad or Ian who schedules the trips... they're not practical... they like bureaucracy a lot..."
He's talking a lot, isn't he? Dylan wondered.
"Didn't you say you wanted to take a nap?" Dylan looked out the window again.