"Your Grace, everything has been taken cared of," Denys said, his head lowered. Behind him was the large bonfire with bodies buried beneath the flames.
"Prepare to depart." The Duke took a step back and lifted her again, this time placing her on the ground. Without saying a word, she hurried inside the carriage. She could not stand staying in front of him for a long time. She did not understand what just happened, but she did not want to dwell on it— at least not now.
She looked at the younger man in the corner of the carriage. He was sitting next to his father who was lying down on a makeshift bed that must be a part of the carriage.
As if sensing her gaze, the young man opened his eyes. Seeing her, he immediately fixed his posture.
"I— I did not mean to sleep."
