The next morning, Sevastian and Azrael embarked on their journey to Graymoore by carriage. Throughout the ride, Azrael couldn't help but notice Sevastian's unusually calm and distant demeanor, as though his mind was elsewhere.
"Sev!" Azrael called, but received no response.
"Sev!" he repeated more firmly, still to no avail.
Finally, raising his voice, he called, "Sevastian!"
This time, Sevastian's body jolted, and he turned abruptly to face Azrael, his expression one of startled realization as he blinked himself back to the present.
"Is there any problem?" Sevastian asked the King.
The king could see Sevastian was trying to hide something. Even though his face and voice appeared normal. "You tell me Sev? You were so lost in your thoughts? Care to tell what had you so lost?"
Sevastian pressed his lips into a thin line, "I had a rough night. I guess I am just tired." He explained.