Faye's POV
The rhythmic clatter of wheels against stone and the gentle rocking motion pulled me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings, and for a moment I couldn't place where I was. Then the rich scent of leather and cedar filled my senses, along with the warmth of heavy furs wrapped around my body.
The carriage. Hardy's traveling carriage.
I pushed myself upright slowly, expecting the usual aches and pains that came from sleeping in uncomfortable positions. Instead, I felt remarkably refreshed. No crick in my neck, no stiffness in my shoulders. Strange, considering I remembered falling asleep against something decidedly hard and unyielding.
The interior was exactly as I remembered it from before. Spacious enough for a small war council, reinforced with thick iron bands, cushioned with the finest northern furs. Everything about it screamed military precision and wealth.
My gaze swept across the space and landed on the figure seated across from me.
