"When will we arrive? This is so boring," Thomas huffs and leans against your shoulder, trying to get your attention. His hair is disheveled, and he wears a childish pout along with his frown.

"I already mentioned that the journey would take days. You could have stayed home if it was so bothersome," scolds his older brother, Magnus, without diverting his gaze from the forest outside the carriage, arms crossed. "And quit bothering our friend; sit up straight."