The carriage, burdened with luggage of all sizes, wove through the veil of night, making its way toward the port.
Yuniya leaned against the glass, her gaze fixed on the diminishing sight of the church at Ker Street No. 99, where Mrs. Cecil and Kasim stood at the entrance, watching them depart.
Only when the carriage turned the corner, and the sight was lost, did she retract her gaze, clutching her teddy bear and bowing her head in silence.
For her, this place was akin to a home, where she had lived from the moment her consciousness was born, and she had never left Wexford County, knowing the outside world only through hearsay.
Marvin ruffled her hair and said, "The Romanov Kingdom boasts breathtaking scenery, its people are equally kind, and their pastries are delicious."
"I... I will miss Mrs. Cecil and the others...." Yuniya pouted, saying, "I'm afraid there won't be as many tasty things outside...."
