The evening came very quickly to the capital city. The bright, warm sun slowly dipped below the high stone walls, turning the sky into deep shades of dark blue and purple. A cool, refreshing breeze began to blow through the quiet streets.
In the large, paved courtyard of the Benson mansion, the atmosphere was peaceful.
Damon rode his horse through the open iron gates. The horseshoes clicked loudly against the clean stone pavement. Damon was feeling incredibly good. He had successfully cleared the annoying presence of Lady Isabel and his military duties were handled perfectly.
Now, he was finally home.
A very wide smile spread across Damon's face. His dark brown eyes sparkled with happy anticipation. He could not wait to see Camilla. He wanted to hear her voice. He even looked forward to hearing her sharp, sarcastic internal thoughts.
