The road was smooth, not half as bumpy as anything near Lithara. Each individual cobbled stone was laid flat and even.
Ryan watched it pass through the carriage window.
Helena practically waved me off.She must've been glad to not have to babysit Eleanor and I. He'd expected her to want to keep him in the academy. Instead, she'd listened, asked two precise questions about Lord Blackwood's intentions, and then told him the fresh air would probably do him good.
I'm glad she let me go so easily. Though it would've been nice if she made it seem as though she wanted me around.
Outside, Blackwood knights rode in loose formation around both carriages, the sun hammering down on full plate armour with complete indifference. Ryan watched one of them shift uncomfortably in the saddle about twenty minutes ago and hadn't shifted since.
