After the princess left the sanctuary, Damien emerged from his hiding.
"Alright. We can rest in the wagon. Let's not waste any more time," he wiped a sweat from his forehead. "I want to talk to my father. Or brother."
Aviora yawned and perched on his shoulder. The savory nuts must have made her drowsy.
Without wasting time, he walked to the streets and called for a wagon.
It was not large or grand like the one he was used to, but it was enough. He doesn't need a golden wagon just to visit his home, does he?
He had brought some food also for the night since he doesn't want to step out of the wagon.
Aviora had shaken her head in disapproval of his laziness.
Since she was also feeling drowsy and sleepy, Aviora had stayed with him, snuggling close to him.
After four days, they saw the estate from afar. The large castle nuzzled inside greenery. It made him nostalgic. Like he missed it. Like he felt at home.
