Kaelus stared at the top of her head.
He could easily push his chair back.
He could easily order her back to her cushions.
Instead, he subtly, carefully shifted his posture, adjusting the angle of his leg to ensure the contour of his knee provided proper neck support for her.
He then picked his quill back up and returned to reading, functioning perfectly as human furniture.
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While the carriage ride was peaceful, the transit route was dotted with numerous bustling trade cities, agricultural hubs, and merchant crossroads.
Whenever the convoy halted to resupply or rest the horses, the vibrant sounds of market squares and city festivals would drift through the carriage windows.
Seraphina's ears would perk up.
She had been incredibly well-behaved, but even a reincarnated soul needed to stretch her legs and look at something other than a tax ledger.
"Papa," Seraphina would ask, peering over the edge of his desk. "Can we go outside? I hear music."
