Skyler Machia walked out of her cottage and breathed in the fresh air. The only sounds in the early morning was the sound of the wind whipping and the faint crunch under her boots. Skye cursed herself as she walked towards her small stable. She was actually running late. She usually got up earlier to hunt. It was harder to find game up in the mountains, but that was why Skye loved it. When she approached the stables, she begs to untie Starks reigns, patting the horses neck. He was a young steed, a pure black mountain horse with a white nose. Skye had raised him from a foal, and as a result, he would let nobody ride him but Skye. Skye led him out of the stable and began to sadle him. She fastened te straps, making sure nothing was loose. She then mounted him and they sped off towards the castle.<br/><br/>The king had summoned her for a meeting that day. Skyler had no idea why. The messenger only said to meet him at the castle by morning. It wouldn't have been such a hastle if she had stayed in her room AT the castle. But sometimes she just liked to get away for a while. Noble life wasn't really her thing, and she wasn't much for crowds. Skyler tapped her heels into Starks sides and clicked for him to go faster. Skye was still wary of her king. He had been the one who had sent men after her, and now they were suposidly good friends. Skye snickered at the thought. Royalty and nobility couldn't be trusted. And the three kings were the worst. They were at war with each other, fighting against their own brothers. If you can't trust family to stay together, who can you trust?<br/><br/>Skye finally made it to the city, show proof of identification once again, though most of the guards recognize her by then. She stabled her horse and began to make er way towards the castle. Though it was early, merchants were already setting up shop. It was funny. It used to be that the only time Skye came into town was to steal. Skye did not stop to talk to anyone, her face focused on the task at hand. When she finally approached the front doors, the guards looked at Skye cautiously. "What's your buisness here, thief?" One of them asked tensly. "I'm here to answer a summons by the king." Skye answered in a clipped tone, showing him the message. The guard sneered but let her pass. She was greeted by a butler of some sort. He led her down a long hall and into a small room off to the sides. "The king will be with when he is awake." Said the man as he bowed out of the room. Skye turned and began observing everything.