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Looking out the window, Madeline's dark orbs peered out into the quiet street at the dead of night, silently watching the trees and houses that the carriage rode past. The air was thick with the sound of clanging hooves and the jingling of carriage wheels as they continued to ride down the silent path.
"Papa, are we not going back home?" Sitting back on the carriage, she looked at her parents who were sitting opposite the seat in front of her, and her innocent mind couldn't help but ask as she noticed the direction the carriage took wasn't leading them to their home.
"No my dear, we are not going back home, for now." Her father, with a warm smile on his lips, assured his little daughter who kept stealing glances at the houses the carriage rode past.