Chapter 1826 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep36

• All her life, Lenna had been the one outside the carriage. Whether it be as an anonymous footslogger on sentry as her company's patron rolled by in a coach or riding a horse whilst escorting the King during one of his semi-regular inspections of the frontier, she'd been unable to keep herself from wondering what it would be like to be the one catered to. Protected.
• Now she knew, and she couldn't wait to find an excuse to leave.
• The carriage was cramped, for starters, something Lenna abhorred as both a woman of height and considerable wingspan. Five women, two of them armoured, sat in a wooden box normally meant for four dainty gentlemen at most. Lenna had been crammed into the corner of one bench with Crys who, for many reasons in addition to space considerations, also had Riven in her lap. The pair thankfully refrained from pawing at each other in the presence of their regent, with the head of the guard contenting herself to play with the hair of her sweetheart. Riven, for her part, was spending the whole journey asking questions. She was a spy, after all. Knowledge was her currency. After the third hour, however, it became annoying.