Chapter 58: The King's Funeral

There was a knock on the carriage door.

"Your Grace, Lady Euphemia, we have arrived."

Euphemia couldn't help but give a comforting pat on Lucien's shoulder.

"We'll have more time to talk later, Luci. I think you have something important you wish to say and now is just not the right time," Euphemia said.

"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry," Lucien said.

Euphemia was right. They were going to a funeral and it couldn't be a worse timing for what he was going to tell her. 

"Your Grace, you can kiss Lady Euphemia later. You have a funeral to go to," Hansel teased from outside the carriage.

Lucien's ears reddened while Euphemia let out a laugh.

They went out of the carriage together . . . holding hands.

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