Chapter 227: Scene CCXXVII

Thankfully, no inconveniences were met in their path, although it was the night that became the woman’s hazard.

Almost two months of travel were they carried by their mounts to take the Archduchess to the Orteu’s lands. Discreetly hiding the purpose of their march and the noble they guarded as they moved even closer to Arbeumore, for Ewelina’s safety would be protected by keeping her departure from the palace as secretive as possible… while her nights reminded her many lives… luring her soul to craft some hope while recalling the many learnings.

Hence, as the feel of autumn could be felt on their skin, a day arrived when she could recognise their surroundings as if fresh memories. For at such forests and landscapes nicely decorated by nature’s orange and yellow, a small Ewelina had strolled by the hand of a young and beautiful mother, before this life’s destiny deprived such far freedom of a child with a mother’s death.

“… We are almost at the Orteu’s Castle, Ma’am.”