Rowan?
Neirin paused for a moment as she felt a sudden relief washing over her body seeing a familiar person in such a place.
His clothes were still the same as yesterday; however, looking at the dark circles under his eyes, he seemed too tired and hadn't slept.
"What are you doing here?" Neirin asked cautiously.
She pulled her hood, attempting to cover her face. She looked around, not wanting to attract any attention. She sighed in relief, seeing that everyone was busy with their own world to mind other people's business.
"That's my question," Rowan leaned, making eye contact. Neirin glared at him, taking a few steps back. "Why is such a prestigious, high-ranking person like you here?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, afraid that her position as the duchess might be leaked and might cause rumors and scandals.
