Around a dozen of shiny and strong horses were galloping through the roads of Mihir, reined by the Royal Guards of King Reginald. Two grand-looking carriages were following those horses at the fastest possible speed.
Among the two carriages, one was carrying the King and the Princess while the other was filled with several luxurious gifts.
Rebekah was sitting by the side of the window and was blankly staring outside at the empty fields that went on and on as far as her eyes could see.
She sighed and moved her gaze to see her brother who was sitting right in front of her. "Reggie, can't we abandon this carriage and run? We would have reached Wyverndale hours ago if we had done that."
Reginald was also already feeling suffocated by that sluggish ride. He was already bored out of his mind and that thought of running had crossed his mind at least a couple of times.
