The journey back to Grimsbanne was silent. Traveling during winter surely added this nostalgic feeling to my nonexistent heart. Not only it was unbearably cold being out, but it was also undoubtedly a hassle.
However…
For the people who were numb to the pain of defeat, for our loss, for the deaths of something within while we're alive, this cold weather and silence felt nothing. Like defeated soldiers returning from a lost war, we were… pathetic.
"Should we make a stop in the Crawford's estate?" Yul inquired, snapping me out of my trance.
I snapped my eyes, staring at the window while we passed by the empty street of Knotley, Cunningham.
"No," I muttered. "Let's continue."
"But Marquess Cameron sent a word and prepared your room…" Yul trailed off and just went silent while gazing at me. "Alright. Let's just continue. The faster we arrive in Grimsbanne, the better, right?"
"Mhm."