In the swaying and jolting carriage, I found solace against Teal's shoulder, my insides churning with unease. Clinging to her hand, I felt the tension in my grip, my knuckles whitening under the strain.
"Your Highness, are you well?" Teal's voice was laced with concern, a reflection of the worry that clouded her eyes.
I drew a deep breath, attempting to quell the roiling in my stomach. "Yes, Teal," I replied, though my words lacked conviction. I did not wish to burden her with my distress, yet my complexion must have betrayed me.
'How much longer will this tortuous journey last?' My agitation grew with each bump.
The relentless motion made me feel like a rag doll tossed about by unseen forces. Yet, Teal's soft murmur, promising her unwavering presence, soothed my turbulent heart.
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