"Wow," Evie said as she stepped into the carriage. When she bought her carriage, she thought it was luxurious, but seeing the one in front proved her wrong. The interior of the carriage before her was covered in soft, velvety cushions; it felt luxurious and cosy. Even when the carriage started moving, she barely felt the bumpy road; it was barely rocking.
She sipped on some hibiscus tea while reading a book she picked from the small shelf in the corner, while Helga sat beside a small window looking out.
A few days ago she passed the same route with the intention of escaping, but now she was back on the same road, escorted by royal guards and in the most luxurious carriage.
