192 Promise to the lover

Music Recommendation: Watching Ulla- Alexandre Desplat

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The carriage rode through the forest, moving past the thick trees in darkness except for the lantern that hung at the side, which was now swayed by the moments of the vehicle. 

Eve stared at her reflection in the window, where her blue eyes stared. Vincent had pulled away from her to sit on his side of the seat, crossing his legs while he stared at her. 

"Did your mother ever tell you anything more about your father? Where he came from or what was his name?" Vincent questioned her, supporting his chin with the edge of his palm. 

Eve looked away from her reflection and shook her head, "No. Not that I could remember anything," she answered. "Is it bad?"