"When someone else's happiness is your happiness, that is love."
-Lana Del Ray
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The wind whistled coldly in Ysabel's ears. She watched the grand castle as the horses left. Her mother was there, watching their small group, consisting of four royal guards, Gwendolyn, Ysabel, Nolan, Reis and Gwendolyn's personal servant.
They only brought three pairs of clothing to keep their luggage small. Everything else they needed would be provided by Bezmun. The resources her mother promised would be sent in a ship. It would arrive a day late after they have.
Queen Ercel also sneaked in more dresses for Ysabel there.
"In case you do not like the quality of their garments," the queen whispered. Ysabel blew out a sigh, stroking her horse's hair.
It was too early for anyone else to be awake. They had taken a different road to get to Bezmun. It was a long journey ahead.
