Rymora was quieter than usual as she sat in the carriage. Her gaze lingered on the dark surroundings outside, her thoughts fixed on where she was going and how much she would rather not be heading there. Still, it wasn't like she had a choice.
It didn't help that the carriage driver was moving faster than usual, the wheels rattling hard against the road, and the butler seated across from her didn't so much as spare her a glance. That silence, that complete lack of acknowledgment, only made her heart race faster. Her palms were damp with sweat, and she dragged them nervously against the gown she wore, trying to steady herself.
Relax, Rymora. Your heart is racing too fast! she told herself, but the words did little to help. The constant rumbling of the carriage swaying from side to side only deepened her sense of being out of control.
