C308 Angel Would be Pegasus

At the foot of the hill, the Viscount managed to buy a brief respite, hastily scrambling into the carriage. The coachman spurred the horses with all his might, their cries piercing the air as they charged forward. Despite the carriage's violent jolting over the rough, muddy terrain, the Viscount found it to be the most relaxing moment of the night.

Before he could fully register the sensation