I stared out the window at the passing scenery. Rose kept her eyes on the road while she drove. The tension and awkwardness between us had disappeared. Maybe it was because we had already laid our feelings bare.
That had to be it.
The landscape was pure countryside now—endless stretches of farmland reaching out to the horizon. We were at the farthest edge of the kingdom, in the secluded village of Rakkan. Only 90 people lived here, and they were so cut off from the world that anyone from the modernized Leonamon would see them as nothing but country bumpkins.
"We're here," Rose announced as she parked the car in front of a house that looked like an inn. There wasn't any parking lot, so we just left the car at the front, where it stood out in the quiet, rural stillness.
We stepped into the cozy, dimly lit inn, where an elderly woman appeared to be in charge. Her presence was warm, but her eyes were sharp and discerning.
