The journey back to the Summerlands was a long and familiar one as the they made their way from winter's grasp to the golden embrace of warmer lands, it was gradual yet unavoidable. From forests covered in snow to sunny meadows and rolling hills, ice-bound rivers thawed to rushing waterfalls and the crisp scent of frost melted away into the spicy and earthy richness of summer.
Casimir and Caroline were silent as they rode together in a carriage for most of the journey. Her mind was scrutinizing everything she knew about the Summer Court and her soon to be husband.
The air between them was comfortable tinged with things left unspoken. He did not press her to reveal her thoughts neither did he withdraw himself from her. As they rode together tethered by an invisible thread neither dared to sever.
