Claire lay sprawled across the plush bed inside the carriage, her bare skin still warm from both the heat of passion and the heavy embrace of the thick blankets. The ride rocked her gently, a soothing sway each time the wheels rolled over uneven ground.
She couldn't help but marvel at how smoothly it moved, even when they hit patches of rough road, so different from the jolting discomfort she used to know before she married Sienna-Rose.
Back then, no matter how luxurious the carriage was, it was still uncomfortable when they passed a rough road. And before Sienna-Rose changed for the current Sienna-Rose, even the finest carriages felt rigid and cold compared to this.
In the estate, she rarely used a carriage, because she hated being confined in a very uncomfortable small room; she had relied on her own legs or riding a horse whenever she needed to travel to the city or make her way from the mansion to the little inn where she used to sing.
