The carriage rattled to a halt, and after the door was opened Ian stepped down onto the cobbled path with his cloak still drawn over his head. He stretched his legs, rolling his shoulders. "Finally," he muttered, "I thought my back was going to fuse with that seat."
Lyra followed him out, straightening her simple gown as she landed softly beside him. Ian turned to her with a small frown. "Ah damn, I left my bag in the palace. My phone… everything's in there." He sighed, running a hand through his hair under the hood. "Listen, Lyra, you'll have to go get it for me later. I can't survive without my things, especially not my phone. Even if it doesn't work here, it's still mine."
Lyra bowed her head obediently. "Yes, my lord. I will make the arrangements as soon as possible."
He gave her a small smile, glad that at least someone in this place listened to him without an argument. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver."
