It wasn't until two days after the dinner that Silvan and Alessio made the journey to the capital to view the art of the passionate collector.
It was Silvan's first time leaving the castle since his arrival in Vallyn, and he couldn't be more different from who he was the last time he passed through these high gates.
He was seated in a carriage with Alessio by his side, and behind them, the castle glowed in the morning sun like the holy temple of a benevolent god. It was gently familiar to Silvan now, it felt a bit like home.
The carriage windows were open, and the curtains were drawn, a cool spring breeze blowing in as the horses leisurely made their way down cobbled streets.
The journey began in silence, and Silvan was too absorbed in looking at their surroundings to hold a conversation. He had kept his carriage windows closed on the journey through Vallyn to the castle, so this was truly his first time getting a proper look at the city.
