45 Days Of Peace (2/2)
Once again, the carriage started moving once more.
The people inside the noble carriage not once concerned about the situation outside - both continuing on with their personal silence.
Both unaffected by the sudden attack of the previous thieving bandits.
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On the second day of their travels, Rin lifted her curtain window to take in the newly lit warming sun shining into the carriage causing the scene to brighten.
Propping her chin up with her fist, Rin lazily stares out the window with serene eyes. They were currently in Shun Province, a few miles from the North Borders.
Rin would notice from time to time the change in weather as the days became frostier each passing day.
Winter was approaching.
As winter approached, so would the start of a raging war.
While Rin's alluring eyes slightly dimmed as she found herself lost in thought, the familiar sound of Xu Mujin's voice broke her from her trance.
”Young Master, we're now currently ten miles from the North Borders,” Xu Mujin reported solemnly.
”That's good,” Rin nodded in response, a faint smile forming on her rosy lips as she once more focused her direct gaze on the attractive scenery outside.
Seems like her days of peace will come to an end soon.
A faint gust of the crisp wind entered the carriage, causing the curtains to gently flutter in a delicate dancing motion.
The young girl inside stared deeply into the distant scenery, a glassy expression shining fiercely in her emerald eyes.
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”Young Master, we're here.” Xu Mujin said politely while looking out the window.
Heeding his words, Rin glances out of the carriage window to stare at the magnificent view of a tall stone [1]fortification. It's length reaching wide as it carved itself into a broad seemingly squared shape - inside an alive city was present.
On the top were stone railings forted railings. Standing on those railings, Rin could accurately perceive the notable figures of a few men in armor, peering down from the stone wall.
Before long, their carriage approached the tall iron red gates.
Standing on each side of the gates doors were two soldiers dressed in golden armor, long royal blue capes fluttering on their backs, and golden metal helmets enveloping their heads.
Just as the carriage approached the gates, both soldiers parted readied themselves to ask for official identification and purpose, when they noticed the familiar sign of the blazing lion seen on the carriage.
At the familiar sight of it, both solemnly and respectfully lower their heads.
”Welcome, Young Master Bai Lan.”