That morning split itself into two opposing directions.
As the sun rose above the castle towers, Demian was already prepared to leave for Castle Kosler. His face was calm, his steps measured like someone who had decided to bear whatever awaited him at the end of the road. He did not look for Valerie. He did not knock on her chamber door. Perhaps because he feared finding something there that would make him hesitate.
The carriage departed, iron wheels screeching against the stones of the courtyard. Demian stared straight ahead, carrying with him the resolve to endure, not to hide.
At the same time, Valerie stepped out from the other side of the castle.
