A carriage rumbled and creaked as it made its way down the rocky road, the horses' hooves clattering against the uneven stones. Each jolt and bump sent a shudder through the wooden frame, the wheels grinding over the jagged rocks, their iron rims protesting with every turn.
Inside, the two passengers in the carriage, one of whom was a female blonde and the other a jet-black haired man, were sitting side by side. Their hands are clasped with one another as the black-haired man is trying to prevent their bodies from falling off their seats.
The driver, a grizzled man with a weathered face, leaned forward, his eyes narrowed against the dust kicked up by the horses.
He held the reins tightly, expertly guiding the team through the worst of the ruts and crags.
His experienced hands moved with practiced ease, though his face betrayed a hint of concern; this road was more treacherous than he had remembered.
