The carriage trundled along, hitting every bump, every stone on its way. I groaned.
Anna slept, her head resting heavily on my shoulder.
Miss Rita sat beside her, doing her best to read in the less than ideal conditions she found herself in.
And opposite us was Severen Ilyas, royal surveyor, assassin, spy.
He was looking out the window.
"How long will it be until we reach the mine?" Miss Rita asked, evidently giving up on her book.
"Not much longer now, ma'am." Severen said.
"How much longer exactly?" She was tired and irritable. I felt the same way, we'd been cooped up in the carriage for two days, with Rowan and myself sleeping under the stars, Severen up a tree somewhere, and the Princess and Miss Rita in the tent whenever it got too dark for the horses to see.
"An hour or so, ma'am, though I'm not sure why we need to go there," he said, looking at me inquiringly.
