|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“Your grace, everything is ready,” Matias announced.
I stayed where I was while observing the few caravans already lined up outside the hotel. That’s three in total and there’s only one carriage for me. Some of my crew was in the caravan; while in one caravan were some of the things I should be carrying while traveling to Barcelona.
It was past four in the afternoon. Today I am leaving this town to travel to Albacete for important things to do. I should leave… but there is something inside me whispering not to.
‘You can’t really attend?’
My jaw clenched remembering my last conversation with Mirrielle before I returned to the hotel yesterday. She asked me once again if I could go to her coming-of-age and succession celebration. I strongly say no because my sch
