A couple of hours had passed since we set out on our journey.
No matter how comfortable the benches of the carriage were, the cramped, enclosed space was beginning to take quite a toll on me. It was not physical exhaustion, of course, I was far from being that frail. Rather, it was a creeping mental fatigue born of sheer idleness. There was simply nothing else to do within these wooden walls.
I had my beautiful wife sitting right across from me, but I refrained from making the atmosphere uncomfortable. With Leilah seated so closely beside her, Eleanor would feel awkward if I started flirting with her the way I truly wanted to. Thus, I chose to remain silent. Yet, the main reason behind my quiet demeanor was the storm of restlessness brewing in my head.
