Amara looks out the window of the moving carriage. The sun is beginning to set. She sighed. Not because the scenery before her was captivating but because traveling for two days is starting to wear her out.
Miles away from the verdant plains of Siline, the Royal Capital of Cesaria is said to stand gloriously between domains of mountains that could never scratch its monumental flair. One look at the walls of the Capital and you can welcome a life without sight. Too august. Too magnificent.
But Amara wasn't particularly concerned with the distance. Or absorbed in the supposed beauty of the Capital. No. What peeved her was how she had to travel without any of her brothers. Or Kalel for that matter. Sure, she had thirty knights marching alongside her solitary carriage but a thousand more w
