The coachman held the reins of the four horses, while the carriage built with the finest wood and strong reddish-brown vehicle moved through the forest ground. With the weather that had spread all across the lands of the North, snow covered the forest grounds and the branches and leaves of the trees.
Inside the carriage sat Eve and Vincent. Six hours had passed since they were on the road and away from Berkshire.
After some time, the coachman pulled the carriage to a halt and opened the door for them. Vincent stepped out of the carriage, turning to give Eve a hand, and she got down. The forest appeared to be quiet, and lonely.
"Do you think it is snowing in the lands of East?" Eve asked him where mist escaped from her mouth when she breathed.
