"Henry," Aleksander called out to the attendant.
"Yes, your highness?" the old man replied, gripping the reins tightly as he heard a second howl echo from the distance.
"Give me that," Cordelia snatched the reins away from him, "you are shaking like you had been slapped by a bitchy snowstorm. I will drive so you can rest for a while."
"No, I am fine," the old man tried to resist. "Driving the carriage had always been part of my job. I don't need you to take over."
To be completely honest, Henry was about to hand over the reins but in the spur of the moment, hesitated. He wasn't really trusting yet with Cordelia, even when he had every evidence to believe she was capable and much stronger than he was.
The woman could definitely drive a carriage if she wanted to. It was just that Henry was more comfortable that a man was fit to do the job rather than a woman.
It was how the patriarchy had always taught them.
