Back at the King and Queen's Carriage
Oriana was curious about him. She was smart enough to know that death cannot be a coincidence when it kept repeating like this, but she decided to let the matter die.
Maybe thinking of something better was the best idea. After all, for the past few days now, the negative talk was too much, and minimizing it would also be great for her health as well.
Oriana turned to Zaroth as she spoke softly, her eyes staring at him.
"If I may ask, Your Highness, how long is it going to take before we reach the castle by ship?" she asked.
Zaroth shifted his gaze to look at her.
"Five days," he spoke as he observed her quietly. His eyes flickered to her hands that squeezed tightly against each other before resting on her face.
A small smile moved to her lips as if she wanted to reassure herself rather than reply to his comment.
