Arriving back at the capital—
The carriage rolled to a halt in front of a large wooden building.
It stood tall among the clutter—barrels stacked unevenly, hay strewn across the cobbled ground, old shields and weapon racks leaning against the walls.
Luka stepped down from the carriage first. "Alright…"
He turned and extended a hand to help his personal maid, who blinked the sleep from her eyes as she descended.
"It seems we've arrived," Serene murmured, wiping at the corners of her eyes.
The nap had left her voice soft.
"Yep," Luka nodded, stretching a bit. "Talk with the coachman for a minute—I'll be right back."
With that, he turned toward the building, weaving past a few tied-up horses swatting flies with their tails.
He reached the heavy wooden doors and pushed through.
Immediately, Luka was greeted by a tall, broad-shouldered man clad head to toe in gleaming steel armor, helm and all.
