Tainted

Epilogue

Four years later.

After one dreary month of rain in London, the sun finally broke apart the dark clouds that had been constantly looming over the city. It was the promise of monsoon lifting, the end of grey bitter days. The city folk, young and old, walked with a new bounce in their stride, heads held high to take in the first kiss of the sun's warmth.

Amidst a particular district in the city, a noble's carriage rolled along the cobblestone, its horse's hooves clicking against the road in a pace neither too slow nor fast. Onlookers going about carrying out their business peered curiously at the passing vehicle.

Inside the cushioned interior of the said carriage, eager green eyes stared out from the carriage, admiring the white pristine clouds drifting leisurely across bright, blue sky.