Just in time

I took a heavy breath to dismiss the atmosphere that had formed in the carriage and watched outside. The hooves of the horses trotted against the cobblestone path of the castle entrance. There was another carriage that had stopped in front of the castle. The carriage we sat in followed the path and stopped after circling around the small garden that was built in the middle of the front castle grounds.

The horses slowed, and the carriage came to a halt. I could see the few long stairs that lead to a giant door of the castle. Coachman opened the door for the carriage and Fang was the first to get down crossing over my feet.