They just stared at each other as the carriage began to roll towards the manor.
He was beginning to fear that she wouldn't say anything.
The tension between them was a living thing. It felt like it was choking him.
"You look very beautiful in black." He finally said to break the spell that seemed to have been cast over the two of them.
She blinked and raised her eyes from her folded hands on her lap to his eyes.
"Thank you. You always do look good in black as well."
A smile threatened but he stifled it.
Then they fell into another uncomfortable silence.
He glanced out the window. The scenery without blurred before him.
"Well?" He prodded.
She looked at him and looked out the window.
"I just wanted to escape Lord Bronan's company. He doesn't believe my tale of being lost."
Neither did he, but he didn't voice it aloud.
Instead, he said, "I should be pleased that I am a more preferable pastime."
She had the grace to look flustered.
