After weeks of travel, Owan Lothian had grown sick of the interior of his luxurious carriage. Even though it was spacious with seats upholstered in soft suede and the springs of the carriage were far better than those used on most carriages, nothing could turn the cramped interior of a wooden box into anything that felt 'comfortable' once you spent more than a dozen days confined to its interior all day long.
The Blackwell household staff had done their best with his carriage after he arrived last night. The dark maroon curtains had been laundered and the carpets washed and scrubbed. Scented oils had been applied to the upholstery, masking the smell of unwashed bodies that clung to the interior after weeks of travel and someone who hadn't spent weeks in the cramped interior might find it to be opulent.
