REINCARNATION

Medieval Europe - 1048 - part 4

HELLO EVERYONE

HELLO EVERYONE

HELLO EVERYONE

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"Where are we going sirs?" asked Niall, looking upwards to the men on horses wearing the well decorated hunters uniform. 

"Just a few meters slave," said the rowdy man, brushing his thick facial hair. 

"It has been a while," slurred Niall disappointingly, observing the fallen leaves that was caught on his leather bound feet. 

Niall looked towards the sky, the afternoon light brushing it a gradient orange. The trees grew even more beautiful as they passed the stream not far from where they were earlier. Dusty and in all spectrum of brown like the animal the hunters were riding on. Niall looked at the steed beside him, its dark hair stood upright. He brushed its rough skin. He wondered if horses ever felt tired like humans do. He'd reckoned they do, but they don't feel easily tired as easily as humans do. God created them to be able to walk for longer periods of time. If only he had their ability. They've been walking all day. Only settling once the sun was down and it was way too cold to walk anymore. The hunters rodeon their horses slowly in the terrain, Niall trailing behind them on foot, slaves don't ride horses. They walk on their own feet. 

"See that shack over there?" said one of the hunters, pointing to the soft smoke coming out from the small shed a few meters away from their spot. "We're only a few meters away from here. There's where we'll take you and we'll teach you hunting." 

Niall looked over to the distance, a small quaint looking shack nearby. "So we'll hunt tonight?" 

"Yes slave." 

The bad feeling appeared again in the pit of his stomach. 

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The room was much larger than what they first planned. Harry expected the small engagement party would be at the Styles castle. Initially they planned to have the ceremony by the garden. Just family and acquaintances. He looked over the multiple rounded tables, workers scurrying  get everything perfect and ready for the event. The longest dinner table he'd ever seen stood at the edge and center of the room, beside their grand fireplace. Everything was design to the utmost luxury. The golden gilded statues, the family pictures hanging on the walls, the slaves carrying the large feast. It was far to spectacular for a small engagement get together. 

He looked over his mother looking as regal as she did in her satin and velvet draped gown. Her wig done up. Her face covered in white powder. 

"Mother, a little bit much here don't you think?" asked Harry, turning to the workers setting the place up. 

"A little theatrics does the family name wonders dear."

Harry forced a laugh. "I wouldn't expect an engagement party to be so grand. This is so much more grand than uncle Leviant's wedding. By the way, I saw Jones' horse..."