The carriage trudged along the dirt road, bouncing every now and again with every so lump and crevice of gravel. Though they were infrequent, so it wasn't too hard to ignore.

Inside the carriage was lavish velvet just like my uncle my preferred. Everything, and I mean everything was colored in a violet. I'm not artist, but the amount of these shades would probably be 50, more or less. Violet is his nation's country after all, so it's natural for it to be in official flags and ceremonial stuff, but, really, does it have to be on everything? At least go with yellow. I can stand that one at least in this quantity. It's my favorite color after all.

The curtains were curtailed to the oval shape of the windows eclipsed one of the two windows on the doors residing on the sides of the carriage. The one window, my only window to the outside world only showed my the countryside and the occasional passing forest and brush. To my assumption the other must have been pointed to my castl- my ex-castle. I could only focus on my few things, and they weren't too appealing. The passing outside greenery, my despicable uncle, the interior of the overly lavish violet carriage transporting me to Gakupo knows where or my pessimistic thoughts.