Damian and Eilika waited for nearly an hour before the chauffeur finally returned with a proper horse-drawn carriage. The heavy rain had slowed to a halt by then, and the man immediately began bowing and offering hurried apologies for his delay.
"We understand that the downpour was severe, making travel difficult for you," Damian said smoothly, raising a hand to dismiss the man's anxiety.
The chauffeur nodded gratefully, then glanced toward the oak tree. "Did His Grace drive the cart into the shelter of the branches?"
"No, my wife did," Damian explained, a touch of pride in his voice. "She was concerned the bull might fall ill from the storm, so she took the reins and guided it beneath the tree."
"Oh, that is truly miraculous, Your Grace! Diamond does not listen to a single soul besides me," the man pronounced, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You have named your bull Diamond?!" Damian looked quite surprised, a chuckle escaping his lips as he glanced back at the bull.
