Trampled Devotion

With the street bustling with people, Alistair, an intimidating figure like the Grim Reaper, blocked the path of Rosalind's carriage, inevitably drawing all eyes their way.

A growing crowd had started to gather, their curious gazes fixed on her carriage.

Rosalind's chest tightened with irritation. She drew a deep breath to suppress her fury, then abruptly yanked open the carriage curtain and glare