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It wasn’t unusual for either Balsi or Inkeri to attend to each other late - usually consisting of a few minutes between them. An unspoken agreement had formed over the year. Yet this time, of all times, she was nowhere to be found. Fully donned in an outfit for a warrior, one purebred horse on each side of him, and a patient Balsi sandwiched between them as time was slowly passing by. A hunting ’date’. Was Inkeri not one for a fight? He did not understand. The closer he thought he’d be getting to her interests, the farther he seemed to be away. The birds chattered loudly. A frown formed on his head.

‘Ugh.’

The future Jarl stood embarrassed. It was only the birds that could see him in the open field, and yet he felt vulnerable. A rejected ruler-to-be. He could imagine the elders gathering to talk about it,-  ‘have you heard? The future Jarl!’ What prospect he had. Balsi stretched his arms, putting them behind his head and leaning thoughtfully against one of his four-legged friends. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? I do not blame her,” He began, his eyes meeting his companion’s, “It’s all fun and games until politics are involved. Marry this, do that -” The horse sneezed. Balsi left a sigh.  “Truthfully, I wish we could have met under different circumst-”