The farewell to King Saun and Queen Fraya had been a blur of polite nods and strained smiles, a courteous ritual. I wasn't used to performing, but luckily, Caspian did most of the talking.
We continued on our journey, the carriage wheels churning over increasingly rough terrain, each turn bringing with it a fresh wave of dread. My old pack. My home. The words tasted like ash.
The silence within the carriage was thick, punctuated only by Caspian's steady breathing opposite me. I stared out the window, but saw nothing, my mind a tempest of anxious imaginings. What would be left? What horrors would greet me? Had they removed all the dead bodies back then? Or would I stumble upon skeletons? I had tried, for hours, to prepare myself, but how does one prepare for the desecration of their entir
