Along a dirt road, a luxurious horse-drawn carriage passed by, resembling one owned by nobility. The carriage was purple, adorned with golden carvings, and pulled by a white horse with a mane like blazing fire, fluttering like a flag in the wind. It was followed by a large snow-white wolf and escorted by two griffins flying above. The carriage sparkled under the twilight sun, as if it carried a long-hidden passion of love and longing. From within, a silver-haired, blue-eyed woman gazed out at the scenery, her smile filled with hope.
[A few days earlier]
One evening, Radhimar, Rania, and Bartasz came to the cabin to have dinner with me. They said they wanted to taste my cooking again. Unfortunately, Elrik, Rania's husband, didn't join because he was busy with research and didn't want to be disturbed.
"What?! Mother is going to the Central Plains?!" shouted Rania and Radhimar.
"Yes, I'll accompany Rima there."
"I'm coming too!" declared Radhimar.
