"Let us give the young couple some privacy then," Kaiser said with satisfaction before leaving the guest chambers. The Archduchess and Leopold von Conradie followed suit, and Adela's eyes followed them until the door was pulled, leaving a slight crack of space between it and the frame.
When she turned to face her beloved, who was still lying on the bed next to her chair, Egon seemed lost in thoughts again.
"…Are you worried about Bastian?" She asked, concerned about the distant expression on his face.
His eyes drifted her way and softened. "Not with that witch with him. No."
Adela pressed a fist to her lips, trying to stifle her laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Egon asked, amusement evident in his voice.
"You said 'witch' instead of 'warlock'," she managed to say, her amusement bubbling through her words.
