Next time I woke up I was dizzy, sick and with an upset belly that the up and down of the carriage worsen by the second. It took me all my will power to calm down and not throw up, taking a deep breath and trying not to cry or scream simply break down here and there, and all of that before even opening my heavy glued eyes.
With my face on the ground I can directly feel the wooden floor shaking against my cheek, the rattling of the wheels and the neighing of the horses filling my ears along with low soft sobs and whispers.
Only then I manage to open my eyes, dreading what I was about to see and with reason.
