Jason Lysander sank into the luxurious cushions of his new carriage, his eyes widening as he took in the richness around him. Every inch of the interior spoke of wealth and elegance—the kind most nobles only dreamed of.
This carriage alone could have bought a grand estate in the capital; it was worth everything because its craftsmanship far surpassed anything even the finest mansions had to offer.
As the carriage began to move, Jason marveled at how smooth the ride was. There were no jolts, no rattling wooden wheels, and no creaking boards. It felt as if the carriage floated over the road, the usual bumps and aches of travel replaced by an almost magical ease. For the first time in years, Jason felt completely at peace during a journey.
