"Is there a need to talk in private?" Lucas asked.
"Your Grace," Dorothy chimed in. "May I know where that person is?"
"That person?" Lucas asked.
"The one that accompanied you the other night. The one wearing a black cloak."
"Are you perhaps looking for me?" A crystal-clear voice resonated from within the carriage then the carriage door creaked open and a cloaked figure walked out.
"That's her," Dorothy said. "I will never mistake her …"
"Are you certain?" Martin asked, frowning. Clearly, that was a woman's voice. Would a woman have the capability to take his father? He expected to see a man beneath that cloak.
"Yes, Father. Her figure is unmistakable; I will always recognize it."
"Your Blessedness…" Lucas said. "Would you be so kind as to tell me what is going on? As you can see… I am in a hurry."
"We have some questions to ask. Would you accompany us back to the palace?" Martin asked. This time, he was already looking at Rosalind.
"And if I say no?"
