The carriage rolled steadily through the town, its wheels humming softly against the stone roads.
Outside, the world passed in slow motion.
Alaric kept his gaze on the window, watching it all with quiet detachment, his expression unreadable.
Opposite him, Selene sat poised and still, hands folded over her lap. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, though she said nothing.
Hours slipped by in near silence, broken only by the occasional groan of the carriage frame and the muffled clip-clop of the horses.
Eventually, Alaric shifted slightly, turning his head toward her. "How much longer do we have to travel Milady?"
Selene's eyes flicked to him, and she spoke in a calm voice. "We'll be there in a couple more hours. Just a bit past the river bend."
He gave a simple nod and leaned back.
But then Selene tilted her head slightly, her tone shifted light but deliberate. "You remember what I told you, don't you?"
