As they arrived in the village, Reeva watched through the peepholes, noticing the small crowd that had gathered around the prison carriage. It was likely curiosity—after all, not every day did the villagers get to see something like this: a massive stone block being dragged through the snow by horses. Reeva could relate. He'd probably be staring too if he were on the outside.
The village chief approached and greeted the convoy. Royals and priests arriving in this remote place were probably a once-in-a-lifetime event for the villagers, and Reeva could feel the weight of the situation. But for him, this was just another step on a path he hadn't asked to walk.
