The moment they entered the city gates on the palanquin, Margarette's heart was seeping with melancholy. On one hand, she was happy to be with her master on a vacation on the other, she felt stripped of any exclusivity with the man she loved most. Looking at his back as he sat in front of her eyes, she felt left out in a lot of ways and wanted to snatch him away from the rest of his servants.
'As if I can do that.' She thought as the drummer and pipers brought her back to her senses.
Drowning her emotions, she gulped them down her throat. Forced to focus on the procession, she put up a fake smile and glanced about the curious gazes of the citizens. But right as she was about to give up on her gloom, Haruki leaned back onto her body. Feeling the warmth of his skin brushing against her body, the angst in her heart was replaced with amused bafflement.
