Leon waited outside near the carriage. It was a clean, polished thing made of black wood with silver frames, the Valentine sigil carved on both sides like a reminder of the house's pride. The inside was big enough to fit four people easily, or maybe more.
He leaned his back against it and checked his pocket watch once.
'Was a carriage really necessary.'
There were only a few around, and the afternoon air was just warm enough.
'All of them must be busy preparing for tomorrow's ceremony.'
Leon closed his eyes for a moment and thought back to what happened earlier.
"…would you be willing to take me to the town today?"
Layla had asked him that with a strange small smile.
Leon was going to refuse it at first, but being in his room sounded worse in comparison. His mother, Ezra had been calling him every now and then, and dealing with her was exhausting in a different way.
Going out seemed an easier option.
He opened his eyes again.
'Still. She is late.'
