On the way, Fabian passed the rolling food tray to the maidservant. We remained silent as we headed to the garden to continue our discussion.
As silence enveloped us, my anxiety grew intense. Fabian's last remarks lingered in my head repeatedly.
"Massacre…" I whispered, clasping my dress tightly.
A massacre ensued when the duke was summoned to the Capital? Why? How? For what reason?
Myriads of questions rose in my head; I'm worried. Now, the Capital sounded more like a scary place and we're setting off later to go to that terrifying place.
When we reached the garden, Fabian turned around, his hands behind him, and offered me a smile.
"Fret not, my lady. Those times were the tumultuous years as the late king entered his eternal sleep."
I pursed my lips. That didn't make me less worried.
