The carriage fell into complete silence, the green eyes filled with confusion, while the blue ones glared intently.
Eleanora rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance before sitting next to Cedric. She lifted his leg and rolled up his trousers, frowning deeply.
"...Was it the duke?"
"..."
Cedric's heart skipped a beat as Eleanora spoke, and the pale look on his face confirmed her suspicions.
He is the heir to the Duchy of Raven, and none but the Duke himself would dare harm him unless it was by the Duke's own command.
The numerous lash marks on his legs made Eleanora shudder to think what the rest of his body endured.
When Eleanora noticed the beads of cold sweat on his forehead in the shop as Diana tugged at his trousers, she knew something was amiss.
