Chapter 32: Polmona Dukedom [1]
Two days passed quickly.
The journey to the Dukedom was quiet—uneventful, yet heavy with tension.
The carriage stopped only to rest and nowhere else.
"It's such a pain to travel in this," Akamir muttered, stretching as the wheels finally slowed.
They were passing through the city gates of Edevane, the heart of the Vyavan Dukedom.
The city was bustling, but the people paused to glance at the ornate carriage with the Duke's crest, whispering among themselves.
Some recognized Akamir.
...And none seemed pleased to see him.
'Of course, they won't.'
The name "Asher" wasn't one the public held in high regard, and now, that name sat attached to the heir of the Dukedom.
'I need to do something about my public image.'