"Your Grace, where were you!?" Fraunces could not help but asked when she opened the door to Rosalind's room. There, sitting and enjoying his tea, was the man that she had been looking for since earlier.
"I have been here, enjoying my tea," the Duke answered.
"I have been knocking on your door," Fraunces said. "I— I did not expect you to come to Miss Rosie's room."
"Do I owe you an explanation, Dame Fraunces?"
"That— I— " Flustered, Fraunces cleared her throat. "I apologize, it's just that we received a letter from the Duke of Lonyth's son, Clinton Moller. He is coming and he wants to meet you."
"When?"
"He said he was already on his way… I just… your Grace might not be aware of this, but— "
"You may go ahead, Dame Fraunces." Duke Lucas said. "I will be accompanying Miss Rosie for the rest of the journey."
"What?" Fraunces did not know what to say. "What are you— "
