445 A Little Stowaway

"HEY!" A yell came from a carriage in front, pulling him out of his trance. Then the carriage stopped so abruptly that he dropped from his seat.

Oslo patted his shocked bum, peering through the curtain. "What?" 

"What is going on?!" Olga also yelled from the carriage behind. Instead of an answer, they heard a bit of a scuffle and some panicked and angry voices. 

He walked out of his carriage and saw Olga and her maids getting out as well. Their eyes met and they turned to look at the front carriage. 

They looked at Otto and his sole guard, the handsome Silva, who stood protectively next to his master. 

At this time, Otto was looking at the carriage with a complicated expression. He should've stayed in his carriage! But who told him to be a social butterfly and couldn't live without chattering for a couple of hours? 

He randomly chose Obi's and now he regretted it! Would he be collateral damage?!