[Calyra's POV]
'Hmm… I thought that he was going to be mad at me, but he wasn't.'
That was the thought that had been relentlessly replaying inside Calyra's head as she waited outside Ruvian's house.
The carriage that would take them toward the Northern Reach of Averenthia was already waiting by the roadside, its eventual destination being Valcavein, the city governed beneath the noble authority of House Arcanis.
Ruvian was currently inside the house gathering whatever belongings he intended to bring with him, while most likely exchanging a few final words with his parents before leaving.
Calyra stood quietly beneath the shade of a nearby tree, occasionally casting a glance toward the front door as she waited for him to come out.
For some reason, she had become strangely conscious of just how hard her heart was beating inside her chest.
