Vincent and Lilia, the Graves Siblings

Upon hearing Barik's words, I sighed inwardly. 'If only we had a choice. Joseph already made the decision for us.'

Despite bottling up my complaints and keeping my frustration to myself, my emotions were bared with the slight scowl on my face. My eyes narrowed, my brow creased, and my lips curled back.

The carriage door flung open with a suddenness that jolted me from my thoughts. In the blink of an eye, a woman burst from inside, her eyes flashing with fury as she stood on the transport's step. 

The soldiers who stood at attention before her were taken aback by her sudden appearance, their expressions ranging differently on the spectrum from curiosity to confusion.

"Uh... Lady Graves! We weren't expecting you!" the lead guard bowed his head, and the rest followed. Unlike the rest, he hadn't worn a thick set of leather or iron-banded armor. Rather, his attire was limited to dirtied trousers paired with a burlap brown overcoat.