Prince Nicien was quietly standing next to the window of the room in an inn. As he was quite in a hurry to reach the border, he and the soldiers didn't take much rest on the way and they already reached quite far compared to the time passed since they left.
And now, for the first time since they left for the border, the Prince decided to give the soldiers a good rest to continue the rest of the journey without a problem.
As Nicien quietly stood near the window with his gaze on the view of the small but beautiful province, he was reminded that Vamieres wasn't far from where he was now.
Thinking of Vamieres, the promise he made to Rizelle crossed his mind and he was hit by a familiar pang of guilt and pain.
Would they found her by now? Somehow, he doubted that.
Nicien wasn't even sure why he was so firm in believing that she left him. Abduction was also a high and dangerous possibility, right?