Serena clenched the armrest of the seat when the wheel caught on a stone. An apology came from the coachman. It had been a day since that nasty encounter with Livia, and Darius had sent a ride for her to come to the castle.
With a sigh, she turned to the window, deciding she might as well enjoy the passing scenery before she'd have to begin mental gymnastics.
She had diligently read every single book she had been given, cover to cover. There were many things she had learned, but in the long run, they weren't so necessary.
Serena was confident in what her father had passed on to her before his eventual death. At this point, she could easily pass it off as knowledge gained from the books.
Her accent worried her, and she prayed she wouldn't slip up around Beatrice and the others.
She stared at the trees as the scenery shifted. Soon, the streets were lined with a few houses, this seemed to be the wealthier side of the pack.
