83 The sons of Richard Beyor

The carriages go fast. In just half an hour; they were already leaving Gaftan. Anne sighed while her eyes looked at the view from the window.

"I never said my goodbye to Henry and Horden. I was hoping I could say at least a goodbye." Anne whispered to Vale, who sat beside her.

Vale tried to calm her. "Don't worry, I wrote a note. When he is fit for traveling, he will surely go to the alchemia tower."

"Then, in four days, he will be fit for traveling." Muttered Anne, her hand stroking into the soft fur of her familiar, Chikara's purring comfortable enough to sit on his master's lap.

"Miss Anne, how are you feeling right now?" Asked chief Hale. He was sitting next to Justice, observing either the crown prince or her.

"I am perfectly fine, a little lightheaded maybe, but nothing serious." Anne gave him the proper answer before looking out the window once again.

"What about you? Your majesty? Any discomfort?" Asked chief Hale to Justice.