The journey did not halt because of the injured knights—or the General. The horsemen rode their own mounts, while the wounded shared the empty carriage Zayden had prepared. Fortunately, only four soldiers were injured, and none had been killed.
Most of the assassins had fled once they noticed the General was wounded. It was clear by then that Zayden had been their target. But why? No one knew the answer.
Tall buildings blurred past as the carriage sped forward, blending into the flow of traffic. Commoners stood before their shops, waiting for customers, while behind them were established luxurious stores built for the wealthy.
"Papa! It's so pretty!" Eiran exclaimed, peeking through the window.
