Chapter 17In thirty minutes (I guessed), we were off of the mountain's hazardous road, and working our way into town. Happy to be surrounded by buildings instead of cliffs and sheer drop-offs, I could feel everyone's emotional tumult ebbing. When our carriages entered, but then exited the village, my heart dropped a little.
“Where are we going?” I asked, looking back at the gas lamps of the town becoming smaller by the moment.
“Targoviste is a little further down,” Joha said.
“This is Wallachia,” Drachen said.
“Oh, right.” I twisted the fingers of my gloves, unable to hide my emotions easily. Something was still bothering me—maybe a lot of something.
The rest of my vision wouldn't return for me to ponder, no matter how long I sat and tried.
“Well, we all know who Ali will be dancing
