It was a cloudy day once again in the outskirts, and the clan seemed to have transitioned into a peaceful landscape of buildings that the outskirts was once. Trent wanted to sleep in after a stressful day, but after minutes of searching the bed for Ascezeca's soft body with his eyes closed, he quickly sprang up.
'Where has she gone now?' Trent asked himself, listening closely for any sound of the shower. He sighed and pulled off the thick, royal bed sheets before rolling over. Placing his feet on the floor, Trent took a deep breath of life. Strangely for him, he began to reminisce about everything that had brought him up to this extent, while the distant sounds of the Vale's activities faded from his hearing.