All tired out

via Daily Prompt: Knackered

Death of Sten Sture the Younger: Carl Gustaf Hellqvist [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
By the time we arrived at our destination, the horses were as knackered as I was. The roadways had been blocked by wind and rain driven branches at almost every other turn. In the dark and the wet, it was hard steering through the muck and the debris.

Leaving the steeds to the carriage master, I went in to find a bath and a bed. Dinner would have to wait until I could find more strength. Exhaustion required relief.