Chapter 36: ON THE WAY
After spending a quiet night at the inn—and getting properly scolded by the driver for waking up late—we were back on the road.
The morning air was crisp, the sunlight gentle.
Inside the carriage, we quietly munched on the packed breakfast: soft white bread spread with fresh butter.
Darcy sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder again, while Sarah hummed a tune under her breath. Aunt Lindy looked out the window with a faint smile.
The road passed through open fields, hills rolling like waves.
We stopped at a small park for lunch—some boiled eggs, rice cakes, and herbal juice. The grass was warm. We sat under a tree, not saying much, just enjoying the breeze.
Now, only 10 kilometers remained before we reached Solin the sun was about to set down .
Compared to Libas, Solin felt like a promise.
A village without nobles. A place where the tax was almost nothing—barely 1%. Isolated, peaceful, free from the rotten power games.
A peaceful life waiting for me ,
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