A few hours ago.
The highway on the outskirts of London.
Abigail rode in silence. She had no one to converse with, to make her feel less worried and paranoid. She heard the men on the horses laughing and chatting and could not help but feel jealous. At least they had themselves for companionship.
She thought of her Father and prayed for his good health. Her father was always in good health, so what had happened all of a sudden? As she wallowed deep in her thoughts, she felt lonely. Oh how she wished Renée was here with her. At least, she would not have been this sad.
Then she heard loud noises of the horses and men. The carriage came to an abrupt halt.
"Bandits! Protect the duchess!" She heard one of the men exclaim.
