While Anastasia and Caspian were busy discussing what they were going to do later at night, Vincent and Tilla were also busy doing their own thing.
“Okay, why don’t you continue right where we stopped?” Vincent rested his arm on the window of the carriage and excitedly asked Tilla.
Tilla glanced at Vincent’s face. He was sitting right in front of her. She didn’t know what was so interesting about her dull life that Vincent wanted to hear about it for two days straight.
“Aren’t you bored after listening to my nonsensical rambling for the whole day yesterday?” she innocently asked Vincent.
Vincent leaned back on the cushion comfortably. He smiled at Tilla and asked instead, “Why would I get bored when I got to listen to your life story? And why do you say that your life story was some nonsensical rambling? Your life isn’t nonsense. You are the handmaid of the Queen, for heaven’s sake! Be a little proud of yourself.”
