As he swallowed the regret and reluctance that stuck in his throat, Jin and the others boarded the carriages and went toward the capital of the Kingdom, where they would meet the King and celebrate the new year with other noblemen.
The trip itself was rough. They couldn't help but force the horses to move extra hard so that they arrived at the capital within one day, which usually takes two from Duke territory.
Inside the moving carriage, his stiff back and numbed butt tortured his consciousness to take a proper posture to rest his heavy mind.
However, when he caught the silhouette of a white wall stretched far to the right, his eyes blinked in anticipation, watching the things behind the window.
Jin leaned back, exhaled and carried within his sigh the melancholic whisper of a teen who couldn't have a proper rest.