The traveling carriage finally came to a complete stop.
The loud, rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves faded away. The wheels crunched softly against the loose gravel of a quiet driveway. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was just beginning to set. The sky was painted in beautiful, soft shades of pink and deep orange.
Rowan looked out the glass window. They had arrived.
Standing before them was a beautiful country cottage. It was built of gray stone, covered in green ivy. Small, neat flower bushes lined the front steps. Warm, welcoming light shone brightly from the windows, promising a cozy fire inside. It was entirely secluded, surrounded by tall, silent trees.
Rowan looked down at his lap. Delaney was still sleeping soundly. Her head rested comfortably against his leg, and her soft breathing was steady.
