"When are we going to reach Elandor?" Alaric groaned, running a tired hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat.
The clatter of hooves against the dirt road had long since turned annoying. "It's already night, and we're still not there," he muttered, his tone laced with impatience, then again he knew that the way to Elandor was a long one.
He let out another sigh and glanced at the chain of carriages behind his having—Zevryn's and Veyre dukedom's offerings for the people of Endura. "Travelling with so much stuff is such a hassle," he mumbled under his breath. "If I were riding alone, I'd have been there and back by now."
His complaint dissolved into a resigned chuckle as he sank deeper into the plush seat. "At least this seat is comfortable," he admitted, tracing a gloved hand along the soft fabric.
The cushioning was far more luxurious than anything his own carriage had, just another reminder that he was borrowing the Emperor's ride.
