The carriage waiting outside the castle was nothing short of magnificent. Crafted from dark mahogany, it gleamed in the early morning sunlight. Intricate carvings of mythical creatures and ancient runes adorned its sides, giving it an aura of both elegance and mystique.
The wheels were reinforced with steel, ensuring a smooth journey over rough terrain, and the interior was lined with plush crimson velvet, offering both comfort and luxury. Two black horses, their coats shining like obsidian, stood harnessed at the front, their eyes intelligent and alert.
As I approached, the driver, a burly man with a kind face and weathered hands, tipped his hat in greeting. "Good morning, Lady Elara. We're ready when you are."
I nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. The interior was spacious, with enough room to stretch my legs.
