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----Skylar POV----
We had been traveling for nearly a day, and I was utterly exhausted. When, oh when, would we finally reach the capital? I was hot, uncomfortable, and desperately yearning to change into something less stifling. Still, I should thank the Goddess for her small mercies—Clayton shared my sentiments, and unlike me, he made his misery known quite loudly. His cries echoed from the other carriage like a wailing herald of our collective discomfort.
“Ahhhh… we are entering the capital lands now,” my mother announced, peering out the window.
I sat up straighter, suddenly alert. “Oh, thank the Goddess. I would very much like to be shown to my chambers at once—to peel off these hateful clothes and finally rest.”
“Sky, darling, you mustn't speak like that at the castle. We w
