The carriage moved slowly along the quiet road. Morning light was just starting to spread across the sky. Everything outside looked soft and peaceful.
Dydra sat by the window with her hands on her lap. The cool air came through a small crack and touched her face, going through her nostrils as she took in fresh air. Her eyes subconsciously closed, and she was reminded of home. Not the Thelmond mansion, but the forest where she grew up with her grandmother. That was the only place she could call true home. If her grandmother was alive, what will be her reaction to how her life has been? Will she be proud?
A tear slip from her eye, sliding down her cheek, before landing on the fabric she wore, disappearing. She recalled Oryen's reaction the previous night to her leaving for the palace.
