“Where in the blazes did all the knights go?” Etienne yelled, but shouting was not about to make them reappear. Ezekiel simply wiped the rain that streamed down his face. A thunderstorm had descended upon them. It had started as a light drizzle, and Felicia’s carriage had begun to fall behind. Delighted, Etienne had spurred his horse on, eager to widen the gap and watch her frustration from a distance. He knew that as the future crown prince, she would not dare complain.