Oriana sat in the carriage, a small smile gracing her lips as she looked outside. She wore a simple black hooded cloak—not fancy, just something that would help her blend in.
The excitement prickled through her; it was the first time she had gone out without her guards. It felt strange… and yet, undeniably good.
Layla sat on the opposite side, hands folded neatly in her lap, fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of her gown. She tried her best to stay composed, though worry etched faint lines across her features.
The soft clopping of the horse's hooves echoed gently against the cobblestones, keeping rhythm with the carriage's motion. A faint hiss came as the window shifted slightly, a breeze slipping through the narrow gaps and brushing lightly against Oriana's cheek.
Her smile had been too visible, and she quickly frowned, straightening her face to appear serious.
