ELORA’S POV
The carriage swayed gently as we traveled, but I couldn’t settle.
I kept lifting the edge of the curtain to peer out the window, scanning the road behind us for any sign of Darren’s carriage. Nothing. It was just an empty road and distant trees.
“My lady,” my head handmaiden, Iris, said sharply. “Please keep the curtains closed. The dust from the road will ruin your complexion.”
I let the fabric fall back into place, my jaw clenching with irritation. “I was just checking our position.”
“We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. Fourth in the convoy, as befits your station.” Iris’s tone was prim. “Lord Darren’s carriage will arrive when it arrives. Your fretting won’t make it go faster.”
I wanted to snap at her, but Iris had been with me since childhood. She was one of the
