CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Sophia ached as she worked to push the cart out of yet another rut with the others. She’d thought that the roads around Ashton were uncomfortable, but the further north they went, the worse the roads seemed to get. The Dowager clearly didn’t care to spend money on roads she would never tread.
Right now, Sophia wished that she had.
“Almost… there,” she said, as the others pushed along with her. Even Sienne the forest cat had jumped down, lightening the load more than a little. The cart rumbled forward, pulling out of the deep hole in the road that gripped it fast enough that Emeline had to run to grab the reins before they lost it.
“How much further?” Cora asked.
Sophia didn’t have an answer for that. Whenever they passed travelers, they asked the direction of Monthy
