Sinclair and Coco got inside the carriage, their bodies adjusting to the confined space as the door slammed shut behind them.
The coach man flicked the reins, the horses pulling the carriage forward, causing the wheels to rumble over the cobblestones— the ride was slightly bumpy, the suspension doing its best to smooth the jolts.
Zaque and Quizen were left blinking in surprise as they watched their wife Coco pressed against the window of the carriage, her body squished against the glass.
They had expected her to enter the carriage with a certain amount of grace because no matter how much Coco tells herself otherwise, Sinclair is still a noble, but she was instead pressed firmly against the glass, her face squished against it as the carriage shook and rumbled over the cobblestones.
A strange sense of amusement and slight concern crossed their faces, the sight of her in such a position an unexpected surprise.
