"Young Lady, why would they suddenly tell everyone that you have gotten ill?" Milith grumbled. "Clearly you are not sick so why would they suddenly spread those rumors?" She placed the teacup in front of Rosalind.
"Let them be, Milith." All she wanted was to leave this place. The Lux Family was now trying to lessen her presence before she left, they wanted everyone to forget about her existence. If that happened, they would not ask questions if Rosalind would suddenly turn up dead.
The Journey to the North was long and hard, she needed to be as prepared as possible. To do this, she needed to visit the black market but she could not do it when Milith was with her all the time.
"I want to rest."
"Young Lady, you just woke up," Milith said worriedly. "Do you want me to get a physician and—"
Rosalind frowned. "Whatever it is that you are thinking, you're wrong."
"But Young Lady, you are going to marry the Duke. You need to be healthy to prepare yourself for—"
"Enough."
