As Adyr waited beyond the walls, a carriage bearing Vesha's family crest emerged from the gate and rolled toward him at a steady pace.
He watched it approach, eyes narrowing slightly as he recognized the figure holding the reins—it was Vesha.
"I expected a few guards with you," he remarked while stepping into the carriage.
She was a noble's daughter. It didn't make sense that her father would allow her to travel unescorted.
"Hehe. My father didn't want to let me go," Vesha replied with a sly grin. "But I stole the carriage and ran off." With a flick of the reins, the horses began to move. Oddly enough, she handled them with practiced ease.
Adyr exhaled through his nose. "And that won't be a problem?"
If her father sent guards after them, her presence could become more of a burden than a benefit.
"Don't worry. He won't do anything that'd upset me. He's… different now." Her voice faltered at the end, as if catching herself before saying too much.
