Accursed Fate

Royal Capital Astafor

The caravan that escorted the Lord of Aventia and his entourage were travelling across a mountain ridge, steep cliffs surrounded the luxurious horse-pulled carts on both sides.

Clouds covered the midday sun; their dark grey hue plastered the sky as far as the eye could see.

Heavy downpour accompanied the gloomy, yet awe-inspiring heights.

Frey's face was glued to one of the windows, although the weather wasn't playing along, this still was one of the most impressive sights he had ever seen in his short life.

Down below he could vaguely make out greenery, like trees, but also what appeared to be houses, small groups, but there were many such spread throughout the valley in the distance.

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