Nathalie and Keith donned a cloak, and they already stood from the gate of Elverstone Stronghold, the name of the very foundation they stood in the heart of Grand Duchy of Forsberg, which was also Jonathan's home.
[Thank you for the gift, Your Grace.]
"Don't mention it. I owe you more than that," Jonathan replied with a large grin plastered on his face. He overlooked the side, and from the crevices of the mountain regions, eyes narrowed as the glowing crown almost slipped out from it. "Are you sure you plan to travel so early in the morning?"
[The time's ticking, also I had enough rest. So everything's good.]
"So be it." The other side had echoed a series of clopping sounds—a gait in multiple beats— which mused their ears. He turned his head, and it was a sophisticated carriage drawn by two white horses. "The carriage is there now, don't forget to keep in touch."
[Absolutely.]
