(nah, I got it! also sorry in advance this is kind of long lol)
Honey joined Ari in comforting Rin by giving them what he hoped was a confident smile. As he adjusted to make a little more room for everyone, the carriage began to rattle down the road. Honey sighed softly, closed his eyes, and, despite what he'd said, tried not to think about what was to come.
[Day Eighteen]
The carriage ride took longer than Pretty had predicted. They rode on through the rest of the day, stopping just before nightfall to let the horses rest. Early in the morning, long before dawn had broken, they'd begun again. They'd gone for only about half of that day before having to stop due a hazard in the path. It'd taken over an hour to clear it, even with multiple people helping.
The next morning, a sudden storm caused another unexpected delay. It passed quickly, but they still got on the path late. It was late evening by the time they reached the Palace. Honey poked his head out of the carriage window, marveling at not only the size and beauty of the Palace but also the amount of carriages being ushered to the back. He'd forgotten that High Court trials could be so public. Thjs one would probably be the subject of gossip for Anvillean nobles for weeks.
A harried-looking servant helped them all out of the carriage while another went to unpack their bags. As this was happening, someone came striding forward. She was wearing a dark gray dress with a high neck and garnet earrings, and her black hair was tied back in a neat bun. It took Honey a moment, but he assumed she was probably Quirisa de Vey and not Muria. This woman was young, no older than twenty, though she looked exhausted.
"Hello, and welcome to-" Her voice caught when she saw Rin. She stepped forward, hand outstretched but not touching them, uncertainty, confusion, and relief all warring in her gaze. "Wait. Wait a damn minute. Bard? Is that you?"
An even younger girl, who Honey figured was Marsiquia, came up behind her. Her eyes widened when she saw Rin, and she lunged forward, forgetting all about social norms and good manners.
"It's so bad," she whispered into his shirt, shaking visibly. "It's so, so bad. They won't let us see him. We can't even talk to him. I don't know what to do. I saw them drag him in. He wasn't moving. I'm so scared."
"Marsi," Quirisa commanded, confirming Honey's guess, "give him some room. We don’t know why he’s here.”
She didn't move, just looked up at them, her blue eyes huge in her small, pale face. "I'm so scared," she repeated, voice trembling just as badly as the rest of her.