“Your Grace?” I awoke to the soft, feminine voice addressing me as the carriage roughly ran through some gravely terrain and I heard farm animals in the distance, birds chirping and more horse hooves in the distance as well. Some trees surrounded our carriage in the distance, though the dirt path ahead of us was clear and wide, and to the left the field was clearer, exposing a stable and a large stone wall, which would usually surround the outskirts of a castle. I inclined my head towards the familiar voice beside me to see a very weary and tired-looking Suno carrying Goten carefully with a grimace on her face as one of his fists coincidentally tangled with and pulled on her long red locks. I hurriedly pried his hand loose, freeing a very appreciative-looking midwife as she smiled back at

