When I entered that royal carriage, I realized that its interior was more luxurious than its outside appearance. It had wide cushioned seats on both sides with plenty of legroom and curtains attached to the glass windows. I made myself comfortable inside and found that the red-eyed man did not follow me inside. For a moment, I was relieved.
Through the glass window, my eyes were drawn towards Martha who was standing at the edge of the crowd, away from the royals surrounding the carriage. Somehow, the small distance between us felt very far, as if she was standing somewhere where I might never be able to reach her. There was strange, heavy desperation weighing my chest. Was it because I couldn't even go hug her for the last time, or was it because I was sad and disappointed that I will be parting from a person I considered my family?
I saw the red-eyed man talking to my father and my brother with the First Prince of Griven also joining them.
