Luka stood on the carriage step, helping both Luvia and Vaun climb into the plush interior with velvet cushions and a dark wine-red colour scheme that oozed extravagance compared to the castle and its dated decor.
'Father did cherish mother...'
"Eh?"
"Luka, what's wrong?"
"Hm?"
He tilted his head, not sure what Luvia's question meant.
That's when a warm sensation dripped down his cheek, and the moment he touched it, the tear dispersed down his leather glove.
'Tears? Did Luka feel nostalgic towards his mother's carriage?'
"No wonder Levi showed such a strange look when I asked for this thing..."
To think it was his mother's, a relic of the past... before his father became obsessed with revenge.
"You girls take the carriage, I am going to find Reina."
"W-Wait, Reina is mine..."
Slam!
He didn't care about Luvia's sudden cry and slammed the door in her face, quickly locking and hopping off the step.
