Silent Fury

The horse's hooves clattered urgently against the cobblestones.

Rosalind's heart skipped a beat as she tightened her grip on the whip.

'If Alistair tries anything funny, I won't hold back,' Rosalind thought.

But after catching up, Alistair simply shadowed the carriage like a specter, moving at an unnervingly steady pace and making no further move.

With this ominous presence shadowing her, Rosalind