Back in Sorvando’s capital, the carriage that Vincent and Tilla had used to travel arrived in front of a huge mansion that almost looked as grand as the central wing of the Kilerth castle.
Inside the carriage, Vincent was sitting on the opposite side of Tilla, watching her sleep on the seat before him so that she wouldn’t accidentally fall down or roll over as the carriage was moving.
Now that the carriage came to a halt, Vincent looked out of the window at his mansion. A tingling sense of warmth danced in his heart as he looked at the place where he barely came to sleep only.
The same mansion that always reminded him of his life without actual family members was looking very inviting today. He couldn’t wait to go inside and show Tilla around.
“Tilla?” Vincent held Tilla’s shoulder and gently shook her to wake her up from her sleep. “We’ve arrived,” he whispered.
