Limon let his hand, which had been holding the curtain aloft, fall back to his side, his brow furrowed in thought. The Taklama Kingdom's silence regarding the migration was a mystery. Why the delay? With rumors running rampant through the streets of Arizela, secrecy now only sowed the seeds of chaos. The people deserved to know.
The long convoy lumbered on, its wheels grinding against the cobblestones as it made its way out of the city through the north gate and back to the relative peace of the mansion. As the carriages rolled to a halt in the yard, the sun still hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the grounds.
"My lord, you've returned. Did all go smoothly?" Teresa's voice cut through the still air as she hurried to greet Limon, the creaking of the carriage wheels still echoing in the yard.
Limon hopped down from the carriage, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at Teresa. "Yes, all is well."
