The carriage stopped, and Raena looked down at Lydia, who was sleeping soundlessly with her head in her mother’s lap. Elora was sitting in the opposite corner next to her uncle, her eyes so heavy with sleep that she didn’t even react when the carriage door opened. Ramor exited first, telling something to the servants that were waiting for them, then poked his head back inside.
“We have rooms prepared for you and the girls. I’ll make sure they are put into their beds,” he said quietly, moving to take Lydia in his arms. “Father is outside, go with him. I’ll join you once they’ve settled.”
Raena nodded, glancing toward her daughters before stepping outside. Her father was standing in his full attire behind the servants, biting on a pipe that wasn’t smoking. He looked pale and tired, but as
