1209 Be Good and Let Me Stroke You a Little 1 (1/2)
The wheels trundled along as a convoy of carriages traversed into the Condor Country. A handsome little boy poked his head out from within one of the carriages to peer at the passing scenery within the Condor Country, his big pair of eyes highly filled with childish innocence.
”This is the Condor Country? It lives up to its name as the second biggest country across the lands indeed, filled with such breathtaking views of its majestic mountains and grand lakes.” The little boy exclaimed with his head resting upon the carriage window, staring at the beautiful scenery fleeting past, his eyes wide with delight.
Inside the horse carriage, an elderly man roughly about the age of sixty shook his head as he smiled helplessly, and gave out a long sigh to say.
”Your Majesty should be a little more careful as the carriage is rather bumpy and not get yourself hurt.”
Although the little boy was highly curious, he was very obedient, and when he heard the man's words, he sat back down properly without complaint.
”Grand Tutor, how long more will it be before we reach the Condor Country's Imperial Capital?”
Grand Tutor He's face broke into a benign smile as he said: ”At most, it will be seven days more and we should reach the Condor Country's Imperial Capital. In these seven days, I would implore for Your Majesty to be patient during the journey.”
The little boy nodded obediently. He was dressed in lavish clothes, but were not ostentatious, where they instead looked simple and elegant. At around eight to nine years of age, with handsome features on his face, although still not fully matured, they already hinted at magnificence in the future. Upon his head, was a crown symbolic of Imperial authourity, though his eyes were filled with the innocence of a young child.
The horse carriage traveled for half a day and when the sun was at its zenith, the convoy stopped at the edge along a stretch of woods.
The convoy consisted of quite a number of people, with carriages alone, there were already five of them, and both in front and behind the carriages, were several hundred guards equipped with light armour.
After the horse carriages stopped, the convoy lit a fire temporarily to take a short rest.
The little boy sat by the side of the fire, a fox fur coat draped over his back, his tiny hands chilled to take on a reddish tinge while they held a hot bottle, his head turning to look at the last carriage at the end on the convoy where the joy in his eyes faded away. He then turned his head worriedly to look at Grand Tutor He sitting beside him and said: ”Grand Tutor…..”