As they travelled, Ron was often taking a sneak peek inside the carriage to get a hold of the atmosphere. He hoped for them to at least talk to each other but they were acting as if the other did not even exist.
Ron turned back with his horse and a sigh.
Rovenin : " Is it that bad?"
He asked with an awkward smile.
Ron : " They are treating each other like air."
Rovenin shook his head.
" I am glad that at least there is no cold wind between them. Young Master glared at me as if he would rip out my heart the next time he got a chance. Does he really hate the lord that much?"
He chuckled.
Ron: " Haha .. I don't think that he hates the Lord. I mean, he would not follow him so obediently if he really did. He's just upset and probably disappointed with him."
Rovenin rolled his eyes.
