The dark carriage rolled to a final halt against the cobblestones of the driveway, the horses letting out tired, heavy huffs into the cool night air.
As soon as the footman opened the door, Cherion stepped out, taking a long, deep breath of the night breeze. It lacked the suffocating, heavy tension of the royal palace. Looking up at the grand stone façade of the Valtrane capital residence, lit by warm, welcoming lanterns at the entrance, Cherion let out a soft exhale.
"Ah... it's really so nice to be back home," Cherion murmured, stretching his arms slightly to ease the stiffness in his back.
Zarius stepped down right behind him, his broad frame easily blocking the draft. He adjusted his coat, his red eyes softening as he looked down at the healer beside him.
