The wind blew strongly past her as the horse galloped along the forest path with fierce movements and she found it hard to keep her extremely weary eyelids open.
They felt heavier than a drum of water itself and in the moment of drowsiness, she bumped her head into the hard back of Damien which made her hiss in pain as she rubbed on it. Why the heck was it so hard? She pondered inwardly with a twisted face.
For the rest of the silent journey, her eyes were open, although she was gradually getting tired of keeping it open, but they shot wide awake when the gothic scenery of the castle came into sight.
The horse galloped through the gates into the castle grounds and it halted as Damien pulled on the reins of the horse. He clambered down from the horse and extended his arm toward her to help her down, but she mounted off the horse without his assistance and took off his jacket before placing it on his still extended hand.
