The Moment Of Truth

Two weeks had passed since they'd left Ross castle, and they'd settled into a routine. 

Wake up, eat, ride in the carriage, have lunch, ride some more, have a few snacks whenever Lilith feels like it, settle down in an inn or a camp for the night, eat, sleep, wake up, and repeat. 

Everybody was beginning to feel a special kind of lethargy from the constant monotony of travel, but the steady movement forward toward the capital and the change in scenery kept them engaged.

The landscape around them changed as they moved deeper into Albion, passing from the less fertile and rugged borderlands into the lush and prosperous territories of the richer lords. 

Around them, rolling fields and beautiful estates filled the horizon, a different picture from the harsh lands they had lived in and left behind.