Desmond thought he had been subtle. He waited for her to settle in each night before setting up his camp in front of her carriage. When the sun rose the next day, he would see the curtains in the carriage still drawn. He thought she hadn't seen him.
The only explanation was that she must have woken up in the middle of the night to see him.
His rough voice was quiet as he tried to conjure up a feasible answer.
"After years in Letum, I know what sort of horrors lurk in even the most unsuspecting forests," he explained with a strained voice. "What sort of husband would I be to not see to my wife's safety personally?"
He spoke so insistently, his throat hurt.
Leonor was tired before but his answer woke her up. She slowly nodded at his answer, accepting it at face value.
