The carriage moved at a steady, unhurried pace, the kind meant to signal importance rather than urgency.
Eight hours had passed like this. At least the carriage was pleasant enough and see couldn't complain about the view either.
"Just beautiful..."
Aria sat angled toward the window, one gloved finger tracing an invisible pattern along the edge of the glass, her gaze unfocused despite the shifting landscape outside.
Where was all these when she was running for her life?
She looked around with a groan.
Still....The interior was far too ornate for her liking, velvet cushions arranged with deliberate care, polished wood gleaming faintly under filtered light.
Opposite her, the gifts of Leander remained, stacked into other carriages including hers.
Like him; overwhelming and Unapologetic.
She let her hand fall back into her lap.
"I was very clear," she said, to no one in particular , remembering how she protested his gifts and his blatant refusal.
"I said no."
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