The carriage was running through the woods. Anyone could say that it was a royal carriage from western castle. There was an awkward silence in the carriage. Grace looked towards Rosella once from the corner of her eyes. She was sitting in silence looking to the outside from the window. Her posture was straight. Her hands were placed on her lap gently, one after another. Why she had to be so perfect all the time?
With her thought, their carriage stopped. They had reached their destination. The carriage usually used to stop at the entrance, but today the coachman stopped a few steps away from the bridge. The coachman opened the door.
“Pardon me, my lady, but it seems like some other royal carriages are standing in front of us.”, The coachman said apologetically, bowing his head.
Grace sho
