Night had fallen, and the storm outside had lessened to a steady rainfall, creating a soothing rhythm as droplets fell onto the roof.
Through the gaps in the dark clouds, the crescent moon peeked out now and then. Its soft, silver glow lit up the edges of the dark sky, casting a faint light over the wet earth. It was a quiet, fleeting beauty in the midst of the rainy night.
The horses had already fallen asleep, while the old man remained on guard in his driver's seat, half-asleep. The light of the carriage had been extinguished to avoid attracting wild animals.
The interior of the carriage was dimly lit by a candle, casting flickering shadows.
Lucian sat in the middle of Celine and Isabella, his crimson eyes gleaming in the low light.
They had just finished their dinner of dried fruits and red wine. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a flash of lightning briefly illuminating the carriage interior.
