Chapter 282: You belong to me, Magnus
The next morning, everyone was prepared to leave for the City of Sakaris, the place, which Qasima had chosen for the meeting with Alora. The journey to Sakaris was arduous, spanning over eight hours of travel, and by the time they arrived, evening had settled over the city.
Accompanying Magnus and Alora on this journey were Izaak and Alaric, along with their trusted aides. As they finally arrived outside the rest house, Magnus turned said, "Let’s proceed inside," his gaze sweeping over them.
They were promptly greeted by the owner of the local rest house, who ushered them inside with warm hospitality. Each member of the group was swiftly shown to their respective rooms, ensuring they were comfortably settled for the night ahead.
Alora settled onto the soft mattress, her gaze drifting to the open window through which she could glimpse the darkening sky. "The mattress here is surprisingly comfortable. Do you think they always cater to their customers like this?" she pondered aloud, reaching for the water jar on the nearby table.
Meanwhile, Magnus draped his overcoat over a chair and began to loosen the laces of his boots, finally taking a moment to relax on the recliner. "They’ve certainly made special arrangements for us," he acknowledged, feeling the tension of the journey ease from his shoulders.
Alora took a sip of water, setting the glass down gently. "The perks of being royals," she remarked with a smile, glancing over at Magnus. "Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, indeed," Magnus replied, meeting her gaze with a nod. "They must be bringing the blood," he added, glancing at the door now.
"Magnus, after we meet Qasima, I want to visit Elliot. I’m curious to see how my brother is doing," Alora asserted, her smile widening as she spoke.
Magnus observed Alora’s composed demeanor—she showed neither fear nor nervousness. "Sure," he replied, acknowledging her request with a nod.