Joseph paused. Surely he had heard wrong. His ears were hallucinating before he was in the company of this wretched woman for a long time. Right?
But the truth was, he was not in the company and everyone else heard that too since he could see their faces turning to him with a look of worry in them.
"Your grace!" his voice hardened.
"You had traveled a long time and perhaps the carriage was not comfortable enough. I will ask the servant to escort you to your room so that you can rest, Father Joseph." the command from the duke. Who would dare to go against it. Soon, two maids stood behind him to guide him. Or to throw him away from their gaze.
His eyes moved from Damien to Eve with darkness filling them. But he endured it. This was not the right place for a priest to show his rage.
"Very well!" he said through gritted teeth and followed the servants. But just as he had taken a few steps..
