The wooden carriage moved slowly along the rocky path heading east—towards the capital, Valanthria. The old wheels creaked each time they rolled over a large stone, yet the horse pulling it kept walking without much pause. The air was fresh, though the sky was overcast. Still, it was better than scorching heat.
Inside the carriage, Alvaric sat leaning back, eyes closed. He was trying to sleep. Across from him, Tamae sat with her hands behind her head, her gaze focused on the sky through the half-open carriage window.
"I just realized," Tamae finally broke the silence, "this is the first time I've traveled to the capital without an escort. It's… kinda nice. Don't you think?" she added, trying to make small talk.
But Alvaric didn't respond. He only opened one eye, then closed it again.
