Chapter 5. Journey to the Summit

Alinta Devereaux

I yawned.

Sleep was enticing me, but the hard road prevented me from having one. Sleeping on such an uneven road is difficult, especially when the carriage moves as if fleeing for its life. Sometimes, my head would occasionally collide with the carriage’s roof.

When nightfall came, and we stopped for the night in an inn, I asked my good chauffeur if he had anything against me.

Lake laughed it off, and with a slap on my back, he replied, “We have to get to our destination as soon as possible. Anyway, the night is long. You may sleep as much as you like.”

He appeared to find his response adequate, as he quickly left me and went to rest in his room. The following day, the same thing happened. I didn’t bother interrogating him when we arrived at the next inn. First, I don’t believe he would take my question seriously. The second reason was that we encoun