The horses continued climbing the slope, their hooves thudding rhythmically against the packed dirt while the carriage creaked with every turn of the wheels. Outside, the wind rustled through the nearby trees, occasionally slipping through the tiny gaps around the carriage door.
A moment later, another wheel struck a smaller stone.
The carriage bounced again.
Tornhawk's shoulders tensed instantly, and I heard him draw a sharp breath through his teeth as though he was about to explode.
Before he could say anything, his eyes met the Queen's.
She hadn't spoken a word.
She simply looked at him.
The anger drained from his face almost immediately. He let out a slow breath through his nose, straightened his posture, and returned to silently staring ahead.
I had to admit, that was impressive.
