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//CHAPTER SEVENTEEN//
If Davina wished to reach her maiden town at the earliest, she would have told the coachman to run the carriage and be home by sun down. But Davina wanted to prolong the process of going away from the castle and reaching her father's home, so she told him to take it slow. Opposite to her, Victori had her eyes closed and her lead leaned on the small open curtained window. Knowing that they have to spend the entire day on the road, Davina folded her legs over the seat. Davina had purposely chosen to wear a light gown as she was there to meet her father and friend, not to show her status. The embroidered hem of her gown hid the layering on her leg. Victori had insisted that Davina wear the layers over her damaged leg to give the bones some extra support. As they were going to travel, sh
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