WINTER was alone in the carriage. Lord Denver was the one acting as the coachman, while Miss Luna sat beside him while performing a protective spell that would make them unrecognizable by the enemies.
But the carriage that they were using was different from the ones that he was used to. In fact, that carriage didn't have seats so he was lying down of the floor while hugging his mother's urn.
It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't the reason why he couldn't sleep.
"Mommy, I'm sorry," Winter whispered in a cracked voice. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you. And now, I can't even go and save Dad."
It was too much to take in all of the information that he got after "waking up."
But to be honest, he was a bit glad that he wasn't in his right mind when his mother was publicly executed. He wouldn't have handled it if he was himself when that happened. The same goes for his father.
