Chapter Seventy-One – Rogues
The carriage had been quiet.
Thankfully, they're away from all parts of Green Valleys that were in ruins and passed by neighboring villages close to Damancas.
Laurel leaned towards Sorren's window only and forgo any sight on Stefan's window, the less they talk, the better.
Damancas didn't look like a Kingdom of mysteries like it was nicknamed. Just a beautiful kingdom obsessed with shiny stones, especially diamond and ruby.
"Must be really rich to afford all these." Laurel muttered, staring at the shiny rocks on the walls.
Didn't they have problems of thieves trying to break out rocks from the wall? Or were their guards stationed there all the time?
"Are you curious about Damancas, Princess?"
Laurel turned to Sorren and made a small nod. "But we don't need to stop, maybe when we're coming back—" That wasn't even her right to decide.
