Chapter 7.3

Not far from their first stop, there was a small clearing in the middle of the forest. Right here, where the source of the small stream sprang. Among large flowers and lush grass.

If it weren't for her issue with the dress, she would use the last rays of the sun to dance in a wonderful red. Now she just settled down on the meadow. Ero behind her erected a tent for the two of them with ropes between two trees.

Their guests would have to spend the night with the horses. They didn't make much effort for thieves and other rogues, and in the school, there were only a few small cells in one of the old buildings for their loot.

"Wretched scoundrels," the fat one exclaimed loudly about the treatment. The other remained silent.

Alina only noticed it peripherally. She picked the flowers into a bouquet. How she loved collecting flowers in her childhood? Like this, in a bouquet for her mom.

Everything passed on a painful day, like a flower eventually wilting. Ripped out of her life and discarded. After meeting Marno, she had difficulty fully trusting him.

Afraid that he too would leave her alone. For that - for never giving up on her all that time, she loved him even more as a mentor and father.

She pressed the flowers tightly to her chest.

And no matter what happened, she would never allow another loved one to be taken from her again.