The second day was relatively smooth sailing after the heavy admissions from both Maria and Arthur at the beginning of their carriage ride.
They alternated between daydreaming, napping, and getting to know each other better through fun little questions such as each other's favorite colors and favorite holiday traditions.
In fact, the rest of the trip to France had the same flow from day to day.
When the sun was getting low, the valets would stop them at a local bed and breakfast, they would spend the night, and get up early the next day to leave.
Maria did not ask Arthur to stay with her until she fell asleep like she had the first night, and he had not offered, but part of her hoped every night that he would stay with her for just a little bit longer.
Every night she was saddened to be alone.
By the third travel day, Arthur had pulled out one of his favorite books, "The Death of Arthur", that his mother used to read to him when he was younger.
