They had gone a great distance when the sun rose fully over the English countryside. The morning mist burned away, revealing rolling green hills and long stretches of dirt road.
Inside the enclosed cabin of the carriage, the air was warm and quiet. Delaney was wide awake. She sat by the window, watching the trees pass by in a blur of green and brown. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Opposite her, Rowan was reading. He held a thick, leather-bound book of estate laws, his long legs stretched out as far as the small space would allow.
For the first few hours, the only sound was the steady, rhythmic clopping of the horses' hooves. But as the morning turned into afternoon, the small confines of the carriage began to test their patience.
It started with a simple disagreement over the map.
