Arwin returned to the golden carriage with a different smile on her face.
She should have been torn apart by now by one of those hellish rats lingering in the forest or taken over by one of those immortal forest spirits.
She presented herself before the golden carriage, which wasn't guarded any longer. She reached down to adjust her dress and helped herself inside of it. The inside of the carriage was just as beautiful and neat as her first ride inside of it. She settled on one of the velvet cushions that had the royal emblem inscribed into it in a pattern that described elegance and wealth. She remained seated in silence while imagining how her life would be if she were crowned queen.
His queen.
She would get to ride inside this comfort with him as hers for life.
They could hold hands, kiss, and tell each other their deepest secrets that no one would be fortunate to know.
Arwin closed her eyes and sighed deeply in imagination of his fine lips reaching for hers to love.
