At night, he would come back to the very moment of how it happened. He hoped to change it, the ending of his past that took his life away. But by morning he roused, still mourning the tragedy of how even the tiny hint of justice was stolen from him.
It was a bright afternoon and the horseshoes' clicks and clacks fainted slowly as the road changed from tiled to plain dirt. The Lord of Rutherridge was inside the coach, probably drinking much of his mead since the sennight-long conference had come to an end. Meanwhile, the footman behind the carriage looked beyond the road, his lips quirking into a smile as he looked forward to meeting his family once again.
Both he and his wife were servants of the Rutherridge Estate. Alice was a laundress while he's a footman. Their daughter Maja, who was only ten, would either be helping her mother or be one of those who would welcome him first since she had always liked assisting the stableman in tending the horses.
