Inside the carriage, Viana sat on its hard wooden bench, her hands tied behind her back. Lantern light from the street lamps barely filtered through the gaps in the thick fabric covering the windows.
The atmosphere grew quieter, moving away from the distant sounds of the festival. Slowly, only the sound of the carriage wheels grinding against the cobblestone road could be heard. The strong smell of sweat from her two hooded captors filled the air, as they sat facing her.
"Where are you taking me?" Viana asked with a firm voice, though her heart pounded.
The man holding the rope that bound her chuckled. "Don't worry, Princess. You'll know soon enough. Just enjoy the ride."
Viana frowned. The man's tone mocked her, and the address 'Princess' confirmed that this abduction wasn't random. They knew who she was.
