Journey with Raven

It had become a little bit warmer than the clothes Seraphina was wearing at that moment. The early afternoon sun filtered through the delicate lace curtains of the carriage, casting a soft glow over her pale skin. She fidgeted slightly, adjusting the layers of her gown in an attempt to find some comfort.

"Give those to me first," Raven said, his voice gentle but firm, cutting through the serene quiet of the carriage ride.

Glancing at his outstretched hand, her gaze then quickly turned back to Raven. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, filled with concern and tenderness that always seemed to catch her off guard.

"It'll be hard for you to hold them alone, so let me keep them next to you, over here," he suggested, his tone softening as he noticed her hesitation.

"No, I'll hold them myself," she insisted, clutching the gifts closer to her chest as if they were the most precious things in the world.