Chapter 12

Lynn took back the reins and led the cart through the city streets. I was grateful since I had no idea where to go. I had never come to Mirra before. When my father had the throne, Lord Junco often came to my home, so we never needed to go here. I remembered he had a wife and daughter, but he said they had perished during the uprising.

The streets were lit by torches, and many vendors were slowly closing shop. The sun had become low, slowly hiding behind the mountains, and cast a dark pink and orange shade on the walls of the houses and shops. It would become dark within half an hour, and the streets would be free of merchants and city folks; they would have settled in their houses and waited until the next day to come back out.

I spared a glance towards Lynn. Her face was deep in thought with a slight red tint on her cheeks. I wondered if she reminisced about what had happened on the road. Or maybe it was about the cute guard from the gates. He let us pass without further questions