Chapter 65: Paintings

What…?

I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes slightly. Did Fabian say they would kill the duke? And that's the Duke's last orders before he entered his long slumber?

Usually, my heart race or drum against my chest. But now, it beat slower than ever as my breathing grew heavier.

Sam… I couldn't imagine what he felt during those years that led him to such a decision. Just hearing it was akin to a stake stabbing me right into my chest.

Slowly, Fabian faced me with a smile on his lips.

"Thus, we thank you for refraining us from doing that, my lady." 

"Huh?" 

"Because of you, his lordship returned to us as the duke we all loved and respected." Fabian clarified. But it still rendered me confused.

"I don't think I deserve the credit, Mister Fabian." I smiled awkwardly. "The duke returned on his own because of his love for Grimsbanne and his people. I'm…"