Chapter 68: Looking for the culprit
As Adyr waited beyond the walls, a carriage bearing Vesha’s family crest emerged from the gate and rolled toward him at a steady pace.
He watched it approach, eyes narrowing slightly as he recognized the figure holding the reins—it was Vesha.
"I expected a few guards with you," he remarked while stepping into the carriage.
She was a noble’s daughter. It didn’t make sense that her father would allow her to travel unescorted.
"Hehe. My father didn’t want to let me go," Vesha replied with a sly grin. "But I stole the carriage and ran off." With a flick of the reins, the horses began to move. Oddly enough, she handled them with practiced ease.
Adyr exhaled through his nose. "And that won’t be a problem?"
If her father sent guards after them, her presence could become more of a burden than a benefit.
"Don’t worry. He won’t do anything that’d upset me. He’s... different now." Her voice faltered at the end, as if catching herself before saying too much.
She didn’t need to finish. Adyr had already pieced it together. She was likely referring to the Rank 4 Nether path practitioner she had been promised to.
He could see the drama. The daughter accepts a political marriage to save the kingdom. The father, heartbroken, watches as his only beloved child walks toward a fate she never wanted, powerless to stop it, offering her a brief moment of freedom before the prison called marriage shuts behind her.
Adyr leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, letting the breeze and the earthy scent of grass and soil mix into a calming lull as the carriage rolled on.