Chapter 18 : The Road To Evernight
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The morning air was crisp, tinged with the scent of damp earth and the distant bloom of wildflowers. Devorah stood beside the stables, fastening the straps of her saddle with practiced ease. She had chosen a sleek black stallion—its eyes sharp, its muscles coiled with untamed energy.
She preferred it this way. The open air, the steady rhythm of a horse beside her—it was far better than being trapped inside a carriage with Sean.
“Really?” Sean’s voice broke through the morning quiet.
Devorah didn’t look at him. “Really.”
He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, dressed in a dark riding coat, his platinum hair catching the golden light of dawn. Behind him, the grand carriage, adorned with intricate silver designs, was already being prepared.
Sean exhaled dramatically. “You could be sitting in comfort, you know. Silk cushions, warm tea, maybe even a good book.”
Devorah swung herself onto the horse in one smooth motion. “And endure hours of pointless conversation with you? No, thank you.”
A slow smirk tugged at Sean’s lips. “You wound me, Devorah.”
She only gave him a pointed look before nudging the horse forward. The beast moved with powerful grace, its hooves striking the cobbled ground as the convoy began to set off.
Sean sighed, shaking his head, then climbed into the carriage. The moment the convoy moved, he leaned out of the window, watching as Devorah rode ahead, her dark cloak billowing behind her.
There was something captivating about seeing her like this—completely in her element.
The road to Evernight Manor stretched long and winding, carving its way through thick forests and rolling hills. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting fleeting patterns of gold and shadow onto the path. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air, mingling with the distant rush of a river hidden somewhere within the trees.
Devorah took in the scenery, the quiet hum of nature settling something deep within her. This was why she had agreed to come. Not for Sean. Not for the vacation home. But for this—this brief moment of peace.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Sean’s voice was closer than it should have been.
She turned, and there he was—on horseback now, having abandoned his carriage. He rode beside her, his silver cloak rippling in the wind, his smirk ever-present.
Devorah frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Riding a horse,” he said simply.
“You were just talking about silk cushions.”
“I changed my mind.” He flashed a grin. “You looked like you were having fun without me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I was.”
Sean only chuckled, keeping pace with her as they continued forward.
The journey was long, but time passed strangely. The quiet beauty of the land, the occasional banter, the way the world seemed to stretch endlessly ahead—it was almost enough to make her forget where she was, who she was pretending to be.
As the sun began to lower, the trees thinned, revealing a breathtaking sight ahead.
Evernight Manor.
Nestled within a vast valley, the estate was surrounded by nature untouched by time. The sprawling gothic architecture stood tall, its dark spires reaching toward the sky, draped in ivy and bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Crystal-clear rivers wove through the land, their waters reflecting the deep hues of twilight. Vibrant flowers bloomed in clusters, their colors impossibly rich against the dark stone of the manor. The distant call of nocturnal birds echoed through the air, adding to the tranquil, almost enchanted atmosphere.
Devorah slowed her horse, taking it all in.
Sean studied her reaction carefully. “Well?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Then, after a moment, she exhaled softly.
“…It’s beautiful.”
Sean’s smirk softened into something else—something almost satisfied.
“I thought you’d like it.”
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