The rhythmic sound of the carriage wheels against the stone path echoed steadily in the quiet night, creating an almost hypnotic cadence that filled the interior of the vehicle with a sense of continuous and inevitable movement. Inside, enveloped by soft lighting and the subtle sway of the journey, three figures occupied the space with distinct presences, each carrying a different kind of energy—but all equally aware that this was no ordinary visit.
Elizabeth sat impeccably, as always, her upright and elegant posture contrasting with the slight relaxation of her fingers resting on her lap, while her gaze remained fixed on the small side window, observing the landscape that slowly passed by outside. There was something in her expression—not exactly nostalgia, but a silent recognition—like someone returning to a place they know well… even if they don't miss it.
