The heavy carriage door closed behind them with a solid thud, shutting out much of the noise from the bustling streets outside.
Damian instinctively glanced around. The interior was far larger than the carriage's exterior had suggested.
The walls had been lined with polished black wood carved with intricate fox motifs, while deep blue lanterns suspended from the ceiling illuminated the compartment with a calm, soothing glow. Every corner had been furnished with luxurious velvet cushions embroidered with silver thread, and the floor was covered by an impossibly soft carpet that muffled every sound inside.
Only two long seats occupied the carriage, positioned opposite one another along the walls.
Between them stretched an open space large enough for someone to comfortably lie down without touching either side. It felt less like the inside of a carriage and more like a small private chamber that happened to move.
