No Choice

As they traveled, the landscape changed from the familiar hills and roads of their home to the greener forests leading to the western border. The air grew cooler while the town's skylight slowly disappeared.

"We're near." Tyron gently informed Allyza who was seated before him. He fixed his clothes and gaze at his silver sword attached to his belt.

How long has it been since the last time he used his sword?

"My dear, we're already near. Wake up now." Allyza gently tapped Theron's shoulder multiple times.

 "Are we there yet, Mother?" Theron blinked sleepily at his mother

"Not yet but we're already close." Allyza replied, gently brushing a strand of hair from his face. "How are you feeling? Do you want to just stay in the carriage with your maid later?"

"I'm okay," Theron said, sitting up and looking out the carriage window. "I want to go with you mother."