I slap both my hands to the nearest thing I could hold beside me as the wagon harshly jumps for the third time. I irritatedly shift on my seat, not realizing the softness I feel with my right hand. Carriage rides are never my favorite, but I can't complain further since it's the only way of transport.
I don't know how to ride horses too, and I believe I'll only fail miserably with it.
A slight chuckle comes from the person who decided to sit beside me, and my right hand vibrates. Ducan remained silent the entire time, which I'm grateful for, but I wonder what amazed him to catch his attention and utter a sound.
"Why don't you look at that. I may have a different face now, but don't forget who I truly am."
I scoffed, turning to face him, "what are you saying-"
