The carriage and the wagons had been travelling for almost two hours now.
The bumpy road shook both of the wooden vehicles as they slowly edged their way deeper into the forest, their destination being none other than the transportation station.
Coco vividly remembered that she felt sick the moment the carriage she was riding with her husbands last time got transported through the station and had been sick until they reached the main city's gates.
She doesn't know if she had got rid of the motion sickness, or whatever it is, by now, but that wasn't really what worries her the most.
"Are you okay, Coco?" Heiren asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry as he stared at his wife.
Ever since they got inside the wagon, Coco looked like her mind was somewhere else and didn't bother joining the hushed conversation between them and Jacques, Renaldo, as well as Jonathan.
