Inside the modest carriage, three women waited patiently for the Inquisitor's return.
Lady Ashlynn Blackwell sat on the forward-facing seat, her emerald green eyes studying him as he settled into his place. She'd pushed back the hood of her traveling cloak, revealing the pale blonde hair that fell in artful waves around her shoulders. Despite the modest cut of her dress, a deep forest green wool that was comfortable and appropriate for travel, there was no mistaking the regal bearing in the way she held herself.
Next to her sat Samira, the ashen-blonde woman whose resemblance to Ashlynn had once made her the perfect body double to help Owain Lothian perpetuate the lie that his wife had simply withdrawn from social life to rest in the Summer Villa until her child was born.
Owain had intended for the 'pregnancy' to be nothing more than a charade, but Samira's pregnancy was very real, and it was clearly visible now, her belly swelling beneath the layers of her winter dress.
