Madeline was this close where she could see her father. She wanted to go and talk to him, asking if he was doing alright and she wanted to meet her mother and sister. When they were in the carriage, it is what she thought she would be doing, which was why she looked at Calhoun with her eyebrows drawn together.
"I will return back. I won't escape, and you are here," she reasoned. They had finally come here, which is why she didn't know why he was only letting her see her father from afar to only take her back to the castle.
A smile rose on Calhoun's lips, "My sweet girl," he said, raising his hand to touch her face but Madeline took a step away from him, "This is the reason."
"I do not understand your reason," replied Madeline because she didn't.
"It is like us, sweetheart. You are with me, and I have done nothing but watched you," he explained in a calm voice.
"That's a lie! You have touched me!" exclaimed Madeline to hear Calhoun tut at her.
