A quiet filled the carriage, stretching on as Zarak seemed lost in thought. He was not much of a talker, and it showed.
Noticing his thoughtful expression, the princess leaned back slightly, a small, encouraging smile on her lips.
"If there's anything on your mind, feel free to ask," she said. "This carriage is enchanted, no sound will escape it unless I allow it."
Zarak glanced around, taking in the faint runes entwined into the surface of the carriage, pulsing with subtle, magical energy.
The spell ensured that whatever was said here stayed within these walls. Reassured, he leaned forward, his gaze sharpening with interest.
"Do you know anything about those attackers?" he asked, his voice steady yet carrying a note of curiosity. "That ambush didn't seem random. It was planned."
The princess tilted her head, studying him before nodding.
"You're right," she replied. "It was no coincidence."
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