The Golden Field
Anastasia slowly opened her eyes from her deep sleep. But she instantly closed them back when the direct sunlight that entered through the carriage window hit her right in her eyes.
Caspian instantly noticed his wife flinching because her head was resting on his lap. So, he stretched his arm and cast a shadow over her eyes. “Did you sleep well?” he asked her in a soft voice.
“Mhmm…” She nodded. She was confused about one thing though. She was feeling as if she had slept for hours after having breakfast, but the sun still felt harsher as if it was midday.
So, she grimaced and asked Caspian, “What time is it?”
Caspian had checked the pocketwatch just a while ago. Thus, he answered without checking it again. “It’s almost three o’clock.”
“Really?” Anastasia stretched her back and then loosened her shawl from her neck. Then she mumbled in her sleepy voice, “Is it just me, or is it a bit hotter today?”