"No further than that!" Rochelle shouted as she hopped out of the carriage and into the soft, untouched snow.
The woman completely disregarded the fact that she wasn't wearing clothing made for running through the snow. She held her skirts and sprinted forward as fast as her untrained body could take her.
Her legs were going to be soaked, but she was paying them no mind.
That morning, she followed her husband to the edge of their lands, forcing the driver who held the reins to stay at a distance so he wouldn't see them right away.
However, an adept knight like Sir Arthur wasn't so mindless or unaware of his surroundings to not notice a carriage slowly going in the same direction as him. After all, it was the very carriage he had built for his wife when they found that she was pregnant with their first child.
