Magic Horse-Drawn Carriage

With that, Desmond gracefully stepped into the horse-drawn carriage, his eyes widening in astonishment as he took in the opulence of the interior. If it was his first time entering, he might resemble Laura, his jaw dropping in sheer disbelief. The carriage was a marvel of craftsmanship, its spaciousness rivaling that of his own room back home.

"No matter how many times I see this, it never fails to amaze me," Desmond murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping across the carriage. His neatly arranged books adorned the shelves, a testament to his love for knowledge, diligently brought by the maids who served his family.

Positioned at the far end of the carriage, two plush mattresses lay facing each other, unobstructed by any separating wall. This arrangement meant that Desmond and Laura could lock eyes from a distance when sleep beckoned.