Morning sunlight gradually spread across the vast territory surrounding the Valecrest Duchy while a luxurious black carriage moved steadily along the wide stone roads leading away from the manor, the golden crest of the Valecrest family engraved prominently across its polished exterior. The rhythmic sounds of the carriage wheels rolling across the road mixed softly together with the distant noises of merchants opening shops and guards changing patrols throughout the awakening territory.
Inside the carriage—
The atmosphere remained considerably quieter.
Soft cushions lined the interior while faint sunlight filtered through the elegant curtains beside the windows, occasionally illuminating Damon's white hair whenever the carriage passed beneath open stretches of sky.
Meanwhile, seated across from him—
Sahira quietly adjusted the tray resting upon her lap for the third time despite nothing actually being wrong with it.
Clearly—
She was nervous.
