Caster is silent for a few moments, before speaking in his regular friendly tone. "Of course, ma'am. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for anything amiss." He leaves her alone with her thoughts, the rolling of the carriage wheels and some bird calls the only sound she can hear.
The next few days go without incident. The convoy doesn't have any more incidents with the elven bandits, and they make good time through the Redanian countryside. Mirellia has experienced her fantasies come with increased frequency, involving Gunther or her son, or on occasion both of them, and she finds herself thinking lewd thoughts about them more often than ever. Ashton surprised her by taking her up on her offer to train him in swordplay, and he seemed to be making an honest effort, though a few days aren't sufficient to turn him into a skilled swordsman.
Finally, the convoy makes camp for the last time before they reach Novigrad. Setting up their tents on an easily defensible hill, Mirellia can see the city walls in the distance, only a day's ride away, and as the sun goes down, she sees it lit up by lights in windows, revealing its true grandeur and size, a true beacon amidst the wilds. As the noblewoman watches the city in the dark, she hears twigs rustling in the dark behind her, and instinctively turns, seeing her coachman approaching her. "Beautiful, isn't it, ma'am?"
