Lucia stared into the fire, listening to the king and the others laugh over some joke shared between them. She shivered, pulled her coat closer around her. She, who always loved the cold, felt chilled to the bone in some manner she could not understand.
She glanced up to the way they had come from, longing for home.
She knew that the place they were going is the place she supposed to call as her home but in her heart she knew that she could never do that. Lestor is her home. And every step took her farther away to that place. But Lestor did not want her. So every step took, she's always telling herself that she's getting closer to something that could be better, more real.
She tucked her legs closer to her body, huddling over her thoughts and confusion.
Turning her head, she watched t
