The clatter of the carriage wheels against the cobblestone streets should have been a comfort, but something felt off. Marcella could sense it—a shift in the air, an unease that coiled deep in her gut.
Anthony had left to fulfill his unfinished chores while, she's on her way to the Valemont estate.
Marcella kept her gaze trained outside the window, watching the familiar streets of the capital pass by. Until they didn't.
Her brows furrowed. The route had changed. Instead of heading toward the Valemont estate, the carriage veered down an unfamiliar path, leaving behind the bustling heart of the city.
Marcella winced. "Coachman, where are you going?"
No answer.
A chill ran down her spine. "Turn back. That's an order."
Still, no response.
Instead, the carriage lurched forward at a breakneck speed, the horses pushing faster, hooves pounding against the dirt road. The sheer force knocked Marcella back into her seat.
