Chapter 37: A False Escape
"Finally! Away from this bullshit!"
The cold northern winds howled as Lirian sat in the carriage.
She was massaging her wrists from the iron shackles they had finally removed.
"Third time, huh?"
The carriage was cold, she could still see some snowflakes and frost, but one thing still seemed colder to Lirian…
She was alone.
For the first time in days, there was no Daria to needle her with barbs, no Gabriel to loom over her like a shadow of unfulfilled promises.
And, to her bittersweet relief, there was no Pedro to cause her headaches.
The North had been her prison, a frozen wasteland.
She had dreamed of escape every night, dreamed of warmth, dreamed of the chance to reclaim herself.
Now, as the carriage rumbled southward toward the kingdom, a cautious smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
The snow would soon be behind her.
