Outside the carriage, the fog grew thicker, muffling the sounds of hoofbeats on ancient pavers and the creak of the carriage as it rolled along at a speed that would have been impossible for any human driver to match on such a dark and foggy night. Inside the carriage, however, the dark of night and even the fact that they were approachign the legendary Vale of Mists seemed distant compared to the revelation of Ashlynn's relationship with the vampire, Nyrielle.
For the past two years, both guild masters had seen what had looked like a proper and even happy courtship between Ashlynn and Lord Owain. There had been numerous formal banquets and balls where the Blackwells hosted the young Lothian Lord and his enterouge of knights and Ashlynn always looked happy to be hanging on the young lord's arm at those events.
