The Lord could tell the carriage was moving over a smoother road surface. That meant they were in the city limits. It would not be long until they reached their destination. London was close now.
During the journey, Rose had fallen asleep in Christopher's arms. He knew with all the excitement of the past few days; it had worn her down.
He twirled the soft chestnut locks of her hair in his fingers. She looked so beautiful laying beside him. He felt as if he were the luckiest man ever to have such a magnificent woman.
There was so much more than beauty to this lady in his embrace. She was gentle and kind to a fault. Rose never asked for anything for herself and always worried more about others around her.
She had proven repeatedly to Christopher she was not a selfish person. It was high time things changed for Rose and Chris had plans to spoil her.
In his eyes, Rose deserved the best life had to offer.
