The wheels of the caravan ground steadily over the new stone roads, each turn bringing us closer to the southern horizon—closer to home.
For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I allowed myself to lean back in the padded interior of the imperial carriage and simply breathe.
Actually to think of it this would be the first time i had actually ridden this thing in an official capacity, choosing to ride my own horse instead, while using the carriage mostly as a decoy instead.
No war maps.
No enemy scouts.
No night raids.
No political machinations threatening my borders.
At least for now, I and my empire are at peace.
Just the rhythmic clatter of hooves, the creak of wagons, and the muted bustle of legionaries escorting their emperor home.
It felt unreal.
Almost indulgent.
And the companionship within was greatly enjoyed as well.
