They had given him a magnificent carriage, chests of glittering gifts, a special guest to accompany, and a mission that weighed as heavy as iron.
The road unfolding ahead of them was entirely stony and mostly flat, its laid blocks interlocking with a seamless precision that poignantly reminded him of the ancient, legendary highways of the Eternal City itself. In truth, as the carriage rolled deeper into the territory, there were a great many things that began to forcefully remind him of Romelia's heart.
The thought bought him very little comfort.
For one, there was absolutely no suffocating odor of shit lingering in your nose the very instant you passed through the outer gate,something that defied almost every settlement in the south. And if one bothered to raise your eyes toward the gray mists of the east, he would see the colossal stone archway of the aqueduct gracefully cutting through the plains and the rolling hills, bringing fresh water directly to the city's throat.
