If they had still come across an inn for road workers on the way to Dieppe, after leaving Dieppe, there were not only no more road workers, but no more inns either. The roads grew even worse, and the jolting carriage made her begin to worry that Fargeon's aged bones might be shaken apart.
Before setting out, Bonaparte had made preparations and brought enough provisions to feed the convoy for three days. Georgiana did not need to worry about such trivial matters at all, as though he had grown accustomed to controlling everything.
To her, war was only beautiful when it ended. Unfortunately, before she could truly enjoy peace, she had become embroiled in a new conflict.
When she heard that protecting Hogwarts required going to war, she had not thought much about it. She loved that school, and besides...
Perhaps Albus had thought the same way: let Harry enjoy enough happiness, as Lily had, before sending him to his death. That was far easier than suffering through hardship before begging someone else to do it for him.
She unconsciously turned her bracelet. There was enough room inside for lethal poison, enough to ensure that no one could save her.
She had lost so much, yet she still wanted to preserve something.
There were people whose personal character was not bad, who had merely chosen a dreadful profession. It filled their lives with dramatic conflict. Perhaps playwrights and audiences liked such people, watching them act out stories utterly unlike their own dull lives, while those people themselves wished only for the ordinary, tiresome life of common folk.
Yet once they truly obtained it, perhaps before long they would begin to miss that tiresome "dramatic life" of the past.
Though they were not meant to stop midway, the terrible road conditions