Tessa finally crossed the border. She simply could not believe that had happened. All nobility hated peasants. It was literally in their blood. After the Norman conquest, the Normans became the royalty and then everyone else became nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was strange thinking that someone actually cared.
The guard, a little suspicion written on his face, then let Chris pass, before adding;
"You better have a good excuse for your mother, young man."
A little freaked by the soldier's amusement, Chris then continued forward.
He at least hoped he wouldn't run into his mother.