Every other day, a question would be asked to the Castle's warden. Through some other… she would skip the inquiry as she could see the reluctance of the man to repeat his answers.
"... His Illustrious Grace… How has he been? Are his duties yet to be solved?"
"His grace is doing well… It has become a troublesome matter as you are aware."
"... Is it still advisable not to visit his work stances?"
"..... I am afraid that is the case, Madame."
"... I understand. It ought to be urgent for him to shut his presence."
"... Do you wish for me to…"
"There will not be a message sent to him today either… Blessed thee Earth, Uth. For replying to obvious answers again…"
A repeated conversation with enhanced dejection was all left for Ewelina to do. Reluctant to send a second message that would be ignored, she would finish the exchange with the warden under a heavy mood she had thought had stayed behind… In those days she would wait to meet her Spouse for the first time.