The ride was not as expected. The carriage rocked slightly as it rolled through the narrow paths of the forest, with tall, towering trees and dark bushes. By his side, Blake rode protectively, always ready to serve. Soon, it was their first night on the road, and Rowan's cloak was there to offer warmth and calm within Elias.
Despite his growing thoughts and deepening worries, he found his fingers occasionally entangled in the ring of his man. It was like a reminder—a promise—of protection, peace, and hope. He dared not think of the worst, but fear was like a taunt on his flesh, a growing wound under his skin. It was spreading rapidly with every bump along the trail.
