"How long until we reach Boran?" Inside the carriage, Ada asked boredly as she glanced out the carriage window at the terracotta-colored walls of the valley.
Rowan immediately answered in a very polite and respectful manner, "My Lady, we should reach the port town before sunset."
Ada turned to him, her blue eyes flickering with slight disdain. Truth be told, she didn't like sharing the carriage with a family of mortal commoners.
She was a proud daughter of a Duke from the Ignisra Kingdom, after all. But seeing how her childhood friend, the princess of the kingdom, didn't voice out any complaints, who was she to do so?
Thus, in the end, she simply nodded.
Anna suddenly called out, her voice calm and soothing. "Rowan."
"Yes, my lady." The middle-aged man straightened his back as he turned towards the crimson-haired princess.
"How old are your children?" She asked, her chin resting on her right hand, as she gazed at the two children with a faint smile.
