The day of departure had finally arrived. Targetus awaited us, and with it, a new chapter in this life I was still learning to navigate. Outside the estate, the carriages gleamed in the morning light, each a testament to the wealth and power of the Brithuel family. The Patriarch and the head wife, Luvelia, were already settled in their carriage, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to the emotional farewells taking place around them.
Jem clung to my arm, her eyes red from countless cries and protests about not spending enough time together. Her delicate frame quivered as she hugged me tightly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. "It's not fair," she sniffled. "You're always so busy, and now you're leaving again."
I gently pried her off me, chuckling softly. "You have it easy, Jem. Younger siblings always do. You get to stay behind and be spoiled while I handle the chaos."
Her pout deepened, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.
