"Go prepare yourself, you are going to see your injured fiance in his manor." Diana paused when she heard the word injured. She held tight on the keys for a brief second before she pressed them again and continued her song.
Her tutor stood there with a stiffened posture as she was not sure if she would leave or stay.
"The class must end here today." At least, she had a choice to leave. Diana looked away from the leaving figure of the woman and met the eyes of her father.
"You want me to marry him so that I can secure a title against my name. But why must I take care of him? It did not matter to us if he was sick or had broken a few bones." Her jaws clenched as she spoke the last line more to herself than to her father.
Yet, her heart refused the thought. How did Cotlin get injured? Were the marquees still following him? Why in the world did he take that cursed title? But then, she reminded herself. That it had nothing to do with her.
