The carriage jostled to a sudden halt, the rhythmic clinking of horseshoes replaced by a jarring silence. A jolt of alarm shot through me, my heart hammering against my ribs. Before I could even voice my concern, the driver's panicked voice filtered through from the front.
"Your Highnesses, there's been an accident up ahead!"
Damian, his brow furrowed in concern, exchanged a glance with me. We both knew, without needing a word, that this 'accident' required our immediate attention. Throwing open the carriage door, we stepped out onto the dusty road, the afternoon sun beating down mercilessly.
