Commander Eldric rode his horse at full speed, hoping to reach the princess before morning. Although traveling at night was generally unsafe, one could manage short distances under the cover of darkness. Fortunately, the heavens seemed to be blessing him, the moon shone brightly that night, lighting his path.
The commander had barely ridden for two hours when he realized he was being followed. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't tell if the other person was merely another night traveler or deliberately trailing him. Was it a friend or a foe? What unsettled him most was not knowing how long he had been followed.
He began to regret his decision to leave the camp alone. At the time, he had believed the princess was less than a day away. He only needed to ride for a few hours to catch up; what could go wrong?
