70: Reaching a Point - Part 1

The morning sun painted the open road with golden hues, but Elias couldn't appreciate the beauty. His nerves were frayed, and the oppressive weight of being followed hung over him like a storm cloud. 

He tried to focus on the rhythm of the carriage wheels against the dirt road, but it offered little comfort. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his robes, and he kept glancing over his shoulder as if the shadow following them might suddenly leap into view.

Prince Aedric, on the other hand, appeared completely at ease. He sat back, legs stretched out, looking like a man with not a care in the world. His nonchalance only added to Elias's irritation.

"You know," Elias muttered, breaking the tense silence, "I'd feel a lot better if we actually addressed the fact that someone is clearly following us."