Once everyone was settled in their carriages, the journey continued at a steady pace. Aurora and Stephen shared one carriage, while Theodore rode with his mother, and Bathsheba occupied a separate carriage, preferring solitude rather than imposing on the newly formed couple.
In Bathsheba's carriage, the air shifted, the temperature dropping ever so slightly. A figure emerged beside her as if he had always been there, his presence a shadow stretching beyond the confines of the carriage. His attire was unlike anything of this world—elegant yet foreign, woven from fabric that seemed untouched by time.
Bathsheba exhaled sharply, pressing her fingers against her temple. "Strange. You came to me of your own accord," she murmured, already feeling the dull ache forming behind her eyes.
