The ride was full of silence as if no one existed inside the carriage except a thin layer of pressurized air. Ayra seated far away from him and watched the passing scnario through the peepholes of the carriage. Though she didn't look at his devilish face, she could feel his burning eyes on her as if he was trying to read her mind.
Her mind was full of heavy emotions. Never expected that she would end up in a Royal Marriage which she always found burdensome. Fight for throne was far more venomous than one can ever imagine. Bringing up inside a Royal Family, she understood this tricks so well that she decided to marry an ordinary man. But who knew that fate had other plans for herself.
A frustrated sigh escaped through her lips. Eyes still keeping on those passing trees, she understood that no matter what is our purpose in life, fate will always have it's own plans.
