The girls stole glances at Roman, but no one said anything. Only the sound of the wheels turning and the horses moving outside filled the silence.
Roman looked out the window, pretending not to notice the stares. He had never talked to any of them before, and this wasn't exactly the best time to start.
He didn't know which families the girls were from, and during the match, he might face one of them, so he didn't want to get involved with them just before the match.
The journey turned out to be the longest he had ever been on, even though he literally traveled from his village to the capital.
Roman spent all his time looking outside, and the girls whispered to themselves, but he didn't concern himself with what they were saying.
While in the other carriage, the girl who rode with Roman's group of girls had already become friends with them.
