Chapter 93: Your roots you must find

Levina sighed in relief as they rode through the familiar streets of Arvenia.

She had only been away for a couple of weeks, but it felt like it had been decades. The sun was already at its peak, and like every typical afternoon in Arvenia, the streets were littered with people. Sounds of hammers slamming against metal and the screams of children and adults alike filled the air.

Images of the previous night filled her head. She had been pushing the thoughts away for most of the journey and instead entertained Marie's light conversations. She sighed and looked away from the carriage window. She had woken up with her face buried in his warm chest, his arms wrapped around her.