In the extravagant golden carriage of House von Conradie, a bride in a wedding gown, marred by stains on the sides and wrinkles in its middle section, lay cradled within the arms of her silent groom.
She drifted in and out of a doze.
Settled sidelong on Egon's lap, Adela nestled as close as she could, her nose buried in the crook of his neck where his earthy fragrance was most concentrated. Her head found its place on his shoulder, and sleep overcame her.
She didn't hear the carriage stopping, only when the door opened from the outside, a fragrant breeze came in. Her eyes fluttered open then they remained so, for the bride and groom had arrived at their house near the eastern entrance.
"Close your eyes; I'll carry you."
Grateful for his offer, she allowed herself to fully enjoy the sensation of her weight shifting with ease as he maneuvered her to the carriage's door and then lifted her into his arms, holding her in a bridal embrace.
