Nicholas p.o.v.
The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. Dusty roads, filled with children and people, who timorously step aside noticing the royal cart in their way. Poison skillfully followed the wagon, without me giving him any indications; he is intelligent. We were just going outside our village, a small town, the former home of Lady Annie and her mother. I knew that because I'd stayed there for some days, a very long time ago.
I looked up, the slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tingle to the sky, reminding me about those long golden brown curls of Xenia, flickering just like this on the orange candlelight...soon there will be darkness, but I still had enough time. If I finish that meeting fast then perhaps I could return before midnight.
Without giving
