The entire world succumbed to the embrace of pure darkness, resembling a soft black blanket that covered everything. The moon, a silent observer, cast a silver glow, unveiling a dreamy scene.
A nondescript bull cart hastily traveled toward the northeast. Inside, a princess from a small province, her servant, and a slave shared uneasy companionship.
With the demise of the soldier, there was no one left to drive the princess's carriage. Consequently, they had to rely on a passing ordinary vehicle. Diana, exhausted from the day's events, was currently asleep.
Bowen and Shira were awake, surrounded by an awkward silence. Shira fidgeted anxiously, unsure how to initiate a conversation with Rudy.
"Umm... ah..." she started but halted as Bowen turned to look at her, amplifying her anxiety.
"What is it, Princess?" inquired Rudy, understanding her hesitation.
