Prudence walked ahead, knowing very well where she had to go. When Lilian had already led her to the guest room, Prudence did not need to be told twice the way. Vincent was right behind her, as he had called Orson to talk with him. "Has Marzea packed her bags as well?" Vincent questioned Orson in his casual tone, not bothered if anyone was to hear him. The maids around all stopped their work and bowed as they walked by before going back to their work.
Even if they heard His Grace, it was in their best interest that they kept their mouth shut about him.
"Lady Lilian is packing, His Grace, but Lady Marzea seems to have asked for her carriage to be arranged for tomorrow," Orson replied, only to hear His Grace hum. Vincent did not like the fact that Marzea was extending her stay, but since he was here, there was no worry about Prudence.
In the West wing, Lady Marzea walked out of Lilian's room.
