When the morning came, all of the horsemen were up at sunrise.
Upon leaving their rooms, they found Giselle, who was already awake and waiting for them.
Before they had even enjoyed breakfast, she was leading them up a staircase within the spire.
Along the way, she continually stole glances behind her at Solomon. It was something that all of the horsemen noticed.
Solomon didn't actually pay much mind to the looks he was getting, that was, until Nila's gaze became too heated to ignore.
"Something on your mind, sister...?" He whispered.
"You are already my brother, you will not be my father as well..!"
"...."
Solomon had no idea what he could have done to earn this sort of ire from her, but he was already beginning to regret his choices.
Giselle led the horsemen to a chamber above the living spaces. It was a simple cylindrical room around fifty yards in length, with stone pillars lining the walls and inconsistently spaced around the floor.
