Elspeth stared out of carriage window dismally. Grey clouds shrouded the sky, giving the landscape a dismal look. She decided it was quite all right, for it matched her feelings. She sighed and rested her head against the seat, listlessly watching fields and hills pass by.
Her governess, Miss Preston, looked over and patted her hand, hoping to somehow cheer her up.
"We are almost at your uncle's, Elspeth. Then you'll be able to rest and eat good food. You'll cheer up a little then, I am sure."
Elspeth smiled back weakly. How does she know? she thought. "I highly doubt I'll be able to 'cheer up', even a little bit, Jane." She sighed. "But thank you, anyway."
Miss Preston sighed. "Well, just try, all right?" She lowered her voice, "I know this whole situation is very...disagreeable, to you, but remember, your parents would tell you to have courage. You must do that, Elspeth. Have courage. Things will get better."
Elspeth cringed at the mention of her parents. She turned her head back towards the window, so Miss Preston wouldn't see her cry. She highly doubted she'd be able to move on. Later on, as the sky grew dark, they came to a sudden halt. They had reached their destination. Elspeth, who had been napping, slowly climbed out of the carriage, rubbing her eyes.
The place didn't look bad. It was huge and ornate in it's design, that much she could see. Elspeth itched to see what was inside. They slowly walked to the front of the mansion, and then, the door opened, a tall man walking out. Elspeth gulped. It was time to meet her uncle.