As Rosalind prepared to step into her awaiting carriage, the familiar voice of Martin called out to her, disrupting her departure.
"Lady Rosie—" he began, his tone filled with a mix of urgency and hesitation.
Rosalind turned her attention towards Martin, gesturing for her attendant, Magda, to give them a moment of privacy.
When Dorothy arrived earlier, Rosalind immediately bid the Queen goodbye. She did not want to talk to Dorothy, and she still had things left to do.
She cannot waste any more time in the palace.
"Your blessedness," she acknowledged, her voice poised and composed. "Is there something you require?"
Martin stumbled over his words, clearly uncertain how to approach the matter at hand. "I... I heard that you had an audience with the King."
Rosalind nodded, a flicker of curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Indeed, I did. And what of it?"
"Well... I was thinking, perhaps we could discuss certain matters in more depth..."
