As she contemplated the situation, Oriana thought, 'Perhaps I can attempt to uncover more once I return home. I can't readily dismiss my suspicions of the Queen just yet. I pray that during my absence, he remains safe and is not subjected to harm by that individual again.'
As the Queen departed, Arlan turned around and found Oriana standing at a distance. When their eyes met, she felt her neck and palms grow sweaty, her discomfort palpable. She immediately cast her gaze down, adopting the posture of someone burdened by a great sin.
'I am surely in trouble now.'
"Your Highness, it's time to depart for the Royal court," Imbert informed him.
Arlan nodded and made his way towards his awaiting carriage stationed at the palace entrance. Witnessing his departure, Oriana let out a sigh of relief, but her gaze lingered on Imbert's retreating figure.
