Prince Duncan fell asleep in the car on their way to his house in England that was far away from where Armenia stayed. The morning sun shining on his face wakes him up. The English Spring season feels more like winter to him.
“Rested well?” Wichard asks.
Prince Duncan sits up straight with a yawn, dragging his hand through his hair, and then rubs his face, looking out at the scenery realizing that they have arrived at his residence, “any war scenes?”
“Don’t you think you would have heard it?” Wichard asks.
The car comes to a halt in front of a large triple story, picture-perfect white painted country house. Prince Duncan gets out first, the driver holding the door open.
“Where can I buy a car? Can you teach me to drive?” Prince Duncan asks the driver.
“The trip to Humpington shoul
