There were no roads.
The alternate route to Riomhar turned out to be a maze. Amy had to maneuver Gilroy through sharp turns and sudden twists. The horse managed to avoid the obstacles with precision, but still, Amy found it difficult. The night had gotten deeper, thus the winds that blew across her face was colder. It sent chills right through her nerves as they passed through rough terrain. The sound of the battle had long faded as they rode further away, but the hammering in her chest remained the same. She looked behind her. Gretta was effortlessly commandeering the horses that pulled the courtiers' chariot. Her face was set in a determined expression. Behind her, three other carriages trailed. Luckily, the other charioteers returned as they heard that Gideon would be leading the ride
