The carriage moved at a steady pace, shaking slightly with every bump in the road.
And to make things worse, they were pretty cramped.
Neros was fast asleep, sitting on one of the horse food crates. Arms crossed, head tilted, completely oblivious to the rest of the group.
Dorian sat in a corner, absentmindedly playing with his staff, spinning it between his fingers with a dull expression.
"…hm…"
He sighed.
"…not even a proper farewell…"
Max glanced at him.
"They kissed your hands ten minutes ago."
Dorian frowned.
"It's not the same."
Varis, up front, said nothing. But his silence hurt just as much.
In the middle of the carriage sat Moonlight, looking at Abby curiously.
"…hey…"
Abby looked at her.
"…yeah? What is it?"
Moon tilted her head.
"…I wanted to ask you something… what does it feel like to be a princess?"
Max and Sophie turned their heads at the same time.
"…huh?"
Moon continued calmly.
"…and knowing your dad has such a big kingdom…"
She frowned.
