The early morning sunlight feels gentle to the skin. Everything is prepared and ready for the journey to the capital. As Calais mentioned, we are only going to travel via one carriage.
"Lyrica, are you certain you don't want me to come?" Gavin asks as he keeps on glancing at Calais, who is a few meters away from us.
"You can't come," I whisper. "You have already extended your stay. Going to the palace will just expose you. I'm sure you will go to prison the instant you set foot there."
And besides, he will just be an interruption. I want to use this opportunity to deepen my relationship with Calais.
"I don't trust your fiance."
I frown. "No matter what you say, I trust him. I am going to marry him."
"Only if you got the approval from the King, right? Since the king doesn't want you to marry the general."
I glare at him. "You knew."
