Rosalie
We had been bumping along for 2 days straight. Only ever stopping to allow the horses a quick rest bite, and to allow me off to relieve my poor bladder or to pull in to sleep for the night. And during the course of our travels so far, we have barely had 5 minutes of no rain.
We had come to a jolting stop however when the carriage hit a rather large pothole. The wheel getting caught in the rut, followed by the low creak of straining wood before the final snap as the axel broke in two.
“For fu…” Alexander exited the carriage, a stream of profanity following him out as he went to see what the damage was. He has only just managed to get himself dry after the last stop.
“Stay here.” He gritted out through his teeth as an afterthought.
I dare not do anything but. The scowl he gave
