Chapter 25: I, The Poet
The sun was already peeking over the horizon as Daylan and the others climbed into their carriage, while the guards loaded their luggage.
Dressed in their uniforms, they planned to stop first at the house Astara had purchased, change there, and then head to The Coffee Shop.
Before long, the carriage began to roll away. They sat calmly while Daylan gazed outside, his mind utterly blank, simply admiring the scenery.
A short way into the city, Astara asked the driver to let them off. Though hesitant—wanting to see them safely to their destination and ensure the princess' safety—he couldn't defy her orders for long. Reluctantly, he dropped them off, repeatedly pleading with her to stay safe.
The moment the carriage rolled away, they hailed another and made their way to the northern part of the city. Before long, they arrived at a Victorian mansion—massive and stately, its red bricks radiating quiet luxury.
Yet, compared to the surrounding buildings, it didn't stand out at all. It looked like just another ordinary house.
They stood before it, Daylan and Medora tilting their heads upward, eyes fixed on its towering features. ''I knew you'd do something crazy,'' Daylan said, ''but I wasn't expecting this."
Without a word, Astara picked up her luggage and walked inside. The others followed without hesitation.
They stepped into the living room, greeted by three green Victorian sofas arranged around a glass table. Straight ahead, a staircase led up to the dining area, while two separate hallways branched off in opposite directions beneath a large clock mounted above.
Though the rooms weren't labeled, it was clear that one hallway led to the bedrooms and the other to the kitchen.
To their left was a massive library, and to their right was a spacious training room.