After a few more days time passed, the closer he got to Isa, the less he wanted to see her to the castle. He wanted to run further and further away. Every day that passed became harder and harder to see her there. He wanted so many things to be different. As they neared the castle Sher's mood became dark and distant. To the point that when they pulled up to the main gate and waited to be allowed in, Sher was so distant and withdrawn into himself that he didn't even say a single word. He was tense and rigid in the saddle locked behind walls of dark and gloomy thoughts. While displaying on a deadpan expression to the world.<br/><br/>After a few moments the gate was opened and he led the mare into the courtyard and dismounted leading the way towards the throne room where they were then announced. Sher led the way to the thrown and bowed low. "I've brought her my lord," Sher said in an even emotionless voice.