Tens of kilometers away from Lord Rycharde's manor, a carriage could be seen running on Southmeadow road.
Inside the carriage, Lord Gawyne said to his daughter, "Why do you keep looking at your hair? Is there something I should know?"
Lyra released a short laugh, "It's nothing. I'm just surprised I can't figure out how a few strands of my hair got dyed."
"What?!"
Lord Gawyne's body trembled as he stood up to have a better look at his daughter's hair. Just as she said, there were a few grey hair strands among her contrasting red hair.
In fact, the number of grey strands had increased by one since the last time Reve saw it.
Ciaran picked up on his father's expression, "Father, what is it? The look on your face worries me."
"It is noth—"
*Boom!*
As if it was hit by the force of a mountain, the carriage rolled out of the road into the deep forest. It kept on rolling until it collided with a sturdy tree.
