No sooner had Serah left her father's study than she'd made her way to the front gates of the royal estate, summoning a carriage for herself and setting off toward the Crimson Knight Academy in Ilios.
She now sat comfortably inside a sleek black carriage adorned with elegant gold designs, drawn by two imposing black stallions. At the helm sat a middle-aged coachman, reins in hand, guiding the horses at a steady pace through the city of Ilis and onward toward its twin, Ilios. Serah lounged back into the velvet-cushioned seat, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, her gaze fixed outside the window, following the blur of people and buildings as they passed.
'From the way he reacted, I'm pretty sure he believed me,' she mused, her expression unreadable as her eyes remained out the window.
