Barbara stood up, intending to tell the truth. "Marquis, I am –"
Her words were cut off when someone knocked on the door and went in. "Venn, how can you enter without permission?" The Marquis pointed, quite angry at the steward's behaviour.
The steward smiled despite being reprimanded. His face was filled with clear joy. "Milord. Good news. L-Lady Barbara had woken up."
The marquis gasped, standing up. His lips trembled and his eyes glittered with tears. "W-what? When?" he stuttered.
"A while ago."
"Why didn't you notify me earlier?" her father said, running out, followed by the steward.
