"You're going to love it at the Institute." Ciara's handmaiden told her.
"A distant relative of mine studied there before joining the Imperial Mage Court... There's no better place to be."
"I know, I know." Ciara let out with a sigh, frustrated.
Her father, her guards, all her attendants, at least those permitted to speak to her, kept telling her the same thing. The Magic Institute of the Southern Empire was the best place for her to be... and she was sick of hearing that.
"When will we arrive?" Ciara retorted to the coachman who was at the front area, reining the horses.
"Before nightfall, I believe." The Coachman answered.
"Goodness, I wonder why we couldn't use a Rune stone or scroll to just teleport to the Institute. These three days have been grueling for me." Ciara complained.
