{FLASHBACK} - Winter 1702
The gust of the chill wind had Ember shivering a million times as she buried her palm in the warmth of her cape.
Ember stood by the route of Belmont, watching carriages crawl lazily past her as she awaited the carriage her father had promised would come for her.
Yet, she had stood from the sunset till the dark, windy night.
Ember crouched low when her feet began to hurt, wrapping her arms around her as the wind grew even frostier and harsher.
Meanwhile, the Duke, who was just returning from a journey outside the town, had seen a girl crouching low in the windy night and wondered if she was lost. So, he instantly signaled to his coachmen to make a turn.
Ember was terrified when she watched a carriage that had just crawled past her, making a turn and crawling back to a halt before her.
The carriage was way more luxurious than what her father would send. It was certainly not from him.
