Somewhere within Valectis, in a grand inn which was quite modest, a figure moved with visible exhaustion.
Although her movements bore the grace of a noble, and the rigidity of a warrior, she looked worn out.
Nathaniel or rather, Augusta slumped onto the bed.
Her red hair fell in shimmering waves scattered across the sheets while her green eyes watched the ceiling without any particular emotion on her face.
It was raining outside.
She hated the weather because it reminded her of her mother.
Her mother loved the rain, it was her favorite weather.
Even now she could still picture her mother's smiling face while she dragged both her and her brother into the cold downpour.
Avankel never liked the rain, he would always complain about it afterwards but would remain quiet because of the steaming cup of hot chocolate he usually got afterwards.
