The journey back from the capital to the palace went smoothly.
Dante didn't suddenly take off running; instead, he walked rather sluggish, probably because he'd stuffed himself with too much food and now couldn't move properly.
Still, it was better like this than having him run around like a lunatic.
Once they arrived at the palace, Edmund asked the soldiers to take Dante for a walk around the palace grounds. It was supposed to help him digest everything he'd eaten, or in simpler terms, Edmund just didn't want his horse getting fat and too slow to run.
Primrose shook her head and chuckled softly. "I honestly can't believe he's supposed to be a warhorse."
She watched as the soldiers tried pulling Dante, asking him to keep moving. However, the horse was too lazy to budge.
Every time they encouraged him to walk, he flopped onto the ground like a spoiled child refusing to do chores.
