The Duke's action came as a surprise to Rosalind. She had never heard the Duke… do anything like this, even in her past life. The Duke of Duance, despite his current inability to walk, never bowed his head, not even to the Emperor.
She frowned and just stared at the man. Just like the princess, the Duke had gotten skinnier, his cheekbones became even more prominent, and his eyes deeper. He looked like someone who haven't had any sleep for the past twenty-four hours or more.
Then she smiled inwardly. The Princess was the Duke's only child. Obviously, he did not want her to suffer and her condition affected the Duke's state of mind.
"There is no need for that, your Grace. Please… I am not someone worthy to receive your bow." She glanced at Princess Isabel, who had not even bothered to lift her head to look at Rosalind. She just sat there, like a doll. Beautiful, yet looking so fragile. The haughty attitude that she used to have was gone.
