Legacy: A Hero Has Come

Book 1: Chapter 4

Roland drowsily opened his brown eyes, and he was starting to remember where he was. His back ached, feeling like he spent the whole restless night sleeping on something hard as he noticed Josephine lying on top of him before looking around. It was a beautiful morning as the afternoon sun rose overhead, and the clouds faded, having only a few remaining in the illuminating twilight. The tall grass around the rolling plains swayed slightly, birds flying passed while singing merrily over the canopies, and Roland hated every minute of it.

"Will you shut up!" Roland shouted. He shook his fist in the air and then received a punch to the gut. "What was that for, Josephine?"

"To get YOU to shut up, Roland!" Josephine begrudgingly stated. "Honestly, it's hard to sleep with you yelling like a maniac."

I'm also beginning to think that wood carving was a wrong birthday gift to give you.

She leaned up and rubbed her blue eyes, her platinum blonde hair let loose and fell in long and messing streaks, some of her bangs falling onto her face. After fixing her hair and tying it back, Josephine shifted her glower to Roland, who shared the same stare while still rubbing his stomach.

"You could have tried a more subtle approach!"

"Would you have listened?" Josephine retorted. "Besides, I don't know how long I can take it. we've been riding for hours, and I can't wait to get out and stretch." She stretched and rubbed her joints, seething as her joints popped.

They were sleeping comfortably, their bodies once coddling up together while sharing each other's warmth before receiving their rude awakening. Unfortunately, what little sleep they could get was constantly interrupted, feeling the wagon rattling all around them as it passed over a bumpy patch of dirt. The sacks knocked over and made it even more excruciating while the cold morning breeze made them shiver throughout the remaining night. Roland's neck was stiff, and bags had formed under his eyes, emphasizing his exhaustion as Josephine had the same predicament.

"I feel your pain, Josephine, but we might not be arriving in Crown City for another hour, or so. We're just going to have to put up with this bumpy ride a little longer," Roland remarked. "Traveling wasn't going to be cheap, especially with the budget we have at the moment."

With any luck, once we reached the city, things might come up our way.

Josephine snuggled up against Roland, resting her head against his chest as he held her tightly. His hand gradually groped her small round ass, which she did not protest and blushed with an affectionate smile while reciprocating the gesture.

"Well, once we reach Crown City, it's going to be smooth sailings and a comfy bed to sleep on," Josephine mused. A sense of optimism hinted in her tone, which shifted into friskiness as she grinned lecherously. "Maybe, we could have a little fun to celebrate our arrival. What do you think?"

Her hand caressed against his crotch as Roland blushed and nodded. That quickly ended when doubt started to manifest in his mind, having a sullen demeanor painted on his face.

In a place like Crown City, it was possibly unlikely there would be lodgings that cheap, having luxurious and extravagant tourists coming through and settling in. Still, Roland and Josephine could at least try to find one lodge that could take them in until they could make some money, currently in the red and needed to fix that fast. Nevertheless, they still had some hope and that the city had all sorts of possibilities. Fortunately for them, that could happen right away, being that they were coming closer than they thought as shade blanketed over them.

Crawling over to the front, Roland and Josephine crouched up to get a better look, becoming in awe by the large, solid white walls in the distance. Both of their eyes growing wide with nostalgia taking over.