"Francheska, calm yourself. Why would you talk to the Duke like that?" Another voice responded.
"Hmph!"
"Apologize!"
"I will never!"
With that, the cloth covering the entrance of the tent opened and a morose-looking Fraunces stormed out. Of course, she took time to glare at Rosalind before stalking away.
Seeing this, Rosalind wondered if coming here was the right thing to do. She turned around intending to leave.
"Since you are already there, come in. There is no point in trying to leave now." It was the Duke.
She blinked in embarrassment before entering the tent.
Inside, there were two other people aside from the Duke. One was the man with red eyes and the other looked a little like General Lytton but a bit older and more mature.
The three of them were standing, surrounding a table with a map on it. Although, a part of her thought that they were standing because the stools inside the tent did not look sturdy enough to support their large frames.
