The envoy left the camp behind, the sound of hooves and wagon wheels filling the morning air. The sun had climbed higher when they moved away from the camp, it's like promising a new day ahead for them, with no assassins or another ambush. The path wound through tall trees, their leaves still wet with dew, and the air smelled of damp earth mixed with smoke from the night's fires and dried blood.
Vivianne sat near the window of her carriage, watching as the forest passed by. In front of her, Sarah de Wyndham is reading an erotica book, she said is the way of coping with the situation, and Vivianne couldn't care less. After the ambush, the road felt longer and the trips seemed more tense.
