"Everything outside is white," Primrose whispered as she gazed at the view beyond the window.
Their carriage had been on the road for about four hours since leaving the palace, yet all she could see was an endless stretch of snow, especially after they passed the last settlement and entered the forest.
"But husband," she said after a moment, her voice thoughtful, "if you made such a safe path for us to travel to the Vellmoria Empire, doesn't that mean bad people could use the same route to reach the palace?"
She turned around and found Edmund just opening his eyes, clearly half-asleep after dozing off several times during the trip.
"That's why," he said with a sleepy mumble, "the soldiers behind us will cover the road with snow again after we pass through."
When his head almost drooped forward, Primrose quickly caught him. "Husband, you can just lean your head against the carriage," she said with a soft giggle. "It's rare to see you falling asleep more often than I do."
