The world was quiet, save for the sounds of hooves and creak of carriage wheels. The occasional bump in the road jostled the lady inside, but otherwise her attention kept on the book in her gloved hands. Portions of snow laid scattered across the passing landscape, but the thick fur blanket on her lap kept her warm, despite being stationary. She did not mind the cold, so when the roads were more savory for a weary traveler, she decided to take Lord TK’s up on his offer.
So, the day was spent traveling from the Royal Imperian Palace, where she had resided all winter, to the viscounty of Northwood. She sent a simple missive ahead of her with her intentions of coming. She had been looking forward to the weather shift so she could truly see who the better hunter was. She grew impatient as the hours ticked by, now thinking she ought to have forgotten the carriage behind. However, she watched as the landscape began to shift and her excitement grew. As the road began to up and down with the natural curves of the landscape, she knew they were getting close to Wyvernston. She had never been to Northwood before, only passed by it to head into Northfenshire to the Winterbourne family home. However, she had taken the time to read up on Northwood, in preparation for this eventual hunt.
Cordelia closed her book and turned her attention to outside. She wondered if her ego had gotten the better of her, but she was equally confident in her archery to wager a win. Her fingers drummed lightly on her leg, only to stop when Wyvernston came into sight. Not soon enough did the carriage slow to a halt in front of the home. Grey eyes flitted over the features before the carriage door was opened. Book shoved into the deep pocket of her green dress, she accepted the hand of a guard and stepped out of the carriage, embracing the late winter air.