This particular night III

Florence managed to hitch a ride on a group of merchants who were leaving the land of Karo. She covered her head with a shawl, just showing her eyes. She was glad that these people were kind enough to let her hitch a ride, even though she had to be on the empty wagon. 

Florence could feel every bounce. Sitting on this rough wooden surface without any cushion was uncomfortable and painful on her rear, but it was better than going by foot. By this, her brother wouldn't be able to catch her once he figured out she fled the palace. 

Hugging her knees, sitting on the corner of the wagon, Florence raised her head. The night sky was clear, and the moon was in clear view for everyone who would look up tonight. 

Her eyes were slowly filled with bitterness, remembering her encounter with Fabian several hours ago.