What is said about Transylvanian horses is true. Within minutes, the castle was merely a dot on the horizon. Stasia hoped the trip would be swifter than she thought, but somehow doubted it would.
Vladislaus watched her slightly unnervingly, pushing aside a hair that had fallen out of place when the carriage started to move. She looked at him, "Why do you need to go to the coast?" she asked.
He looked at her, as if considering answering her or not.
"Possibly a family friend. Or maybe I just love the coast and want to take a lovely young woman with me. Or, I'm a serial murderer and the coast would be a good place to dump the body," he said, looking at her poignantly, "What do you think?"
"Serial murderer, probably." Stasia replied. Vladislaus smiled.
:";yep, short. Verrrrry short. Should I write more? Well, I need ur feedback:";