Throughout the entire journey, Juliette was silent, except that from time to time she nodded at addresses to her from the escort. Doing something awkward in such a situation would be the utmost stupidity. Surely they all already know what to expect from her and her extraordinary abilities.
Although outwardly she was unshakable and emotionless, inside her mind a heated discussion had already flared up.
"That was to be expected. It's even funny, I seemed to have returned to the past, even before meeting you, Nymph. Here again everything is like at the times of good old Charles... Everyone is still full of national pride, and wherever you spit, you will stumble upon the military."
"Are you comfortable here? You surprise me, Carrier. You are a dangerous monster for them. Don't kid yourself... Why is this senseless nostalgia in your position? You are not led in shackles, but you are not a guest here. Do not forget that any of them may change their minds and kill you. Especially if this Lusignan decides that he is tired of you."
"You could hold back your acrimony and start working out a plan in case of... Unforeseen events."
Once the convoy had brought her to the room, or, its better to say - her prison cell, she finally returned her attention to reality. She cautiously walked around the room, looking for possible tracking devices, ran her hand over the table and walked to the window, wondering aloud to the space around her.
