The carriage was ready, just like Rokan said.
It was big and beautiful, big enough for four people to sit comfortably.
Gold and silver decorations shone on the outside, making it look very expensive.
Vivian gave a short nod.
"Mm."
He stepped inside without smiling.
As soon as he sat down on the soft red cushion, his face became dark again.
His hands were tight, almost shaking with anger. That letter was still burning inside his mind.
"Salena Harencross…" he said her name in a low, cold voice.
The letter had come from her. Salena was the only daughter of Count Harencross.
From what Vivian could understand, she and Edward had been close once, maybe even more than close.
But then her father, the Count, got greedy.
The Count wanted Edward to become the head of the family, the patriarch.
In return, he offered his daughter like a prize. He wanted to control the family through Salena and Edward.
