The next morning, they moved ahead after a hearty meal. And like always Wilma was particularly at the edge when the food was presented to their tent. She no longer had the strength to make her way to get their food after she bumped into one of the knights.
"I apologized with a bow, but you know what he did?" Here Wilma was pouring her story to Lucien on the carriage. Lucien only raised her eyebrows in question. "He made an exhausted sigh and spat on the ground like I am a dirt."
If it wasn't for Draco's intervention, Wilma would really have summoned her spirit to burn that knight alive.
"It's alright, you are doing great. Keep holding on. We are about to reach the town." Lucien lightly patted Wilma's shoulder who was fuming in anger. Wilma tried to calm herself down by taking a short nap, hoping she would arrive by the time she opened her eyes. It wasn't so.
