The carriage jolted violently as it sped over the cobblestone road. Inside the cramped space, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
Celine trembled in the corner of her seat, while Ophilia could only cover her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes wide with terror at the sight of blood soaking into the carriage floor.
"Javien, stop moving! I cannot bandage this if you keep flinching!"
Olivia whispered sharply. She was forced to kneel on the narrow floor, pressed close to Javien's legs to make room for Ophilia to sit.
"You are insane, Javien. You should still be in the dungeon... Didn't you are still under punishment?"
Ophilia spoke with a trembling voice. Even though she was a Lady, she looked utterly terrified by the state of her Knight.
"If my father finds out you escaped..."
"He already knows, My Lady,"
