There was a brief silence as Zavren's eyes settled on Ariana's. She shyly shifted her gaze away—only for his voice to break through the quiet.
"Stop the carriage."
Ariana softly bit her lips, her heart thudding lightly. She quietly wondered where she could pee. They were in a secluded place, surrounded by trees, and even if she managed to find somewhere, how on earth was she supposed to raise her gown? Oh Lord..how was she going to hold up both her gown and her panties?
The carriage came to a stop, the horses letting out a soft sound as it halted. Ariana quickly scribbled:
You don't have to worry. I can hold it…
"No, you need to," he said, his eyes turning to her with displeasure.
She quietly nodded, her face warming further.
The conversation was getting… ugh. How was she supposed to tell him it was because she wouldn't be able to hold up both her gown and her—panties?
"Let's go," Zavren said, and Ariana's head snapped toward him.
