Agatha (2)
It was an hour later when the lady in green being transported back home by her servants woke up in a horse-drawn carriage with red velvet interior.
For a long while, she was staring blankly at the empty seat opposite hers, looking as if she was yet to regain her soul. If not for a thoughtful maid asking if she wanted some water or tea, she would not have recovered from the stupor.
The young lady ignored the question and instructed the personal maid to draw open the curtains of the carriage for her.
After that, she unconsciously held her breath as her eyes slowly widened at the sight outside.
The houses, the clothing style of the people, the roads, the fresh air… and the extra memories in her head. Everything was telling her that she was no longer in her world or time.
Where was this? Why was she transported to an unknown place? She didn't know the answer. She would have to go through the extra memories to get a grasp of her current situation.