Sylvette's arrival brought a tense silence, broken only by the gentle rustle of her gown. She looked at her parents, her eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and resolve. Regardless of how much they begged, she had no intention of returning with them. In her mind, she was the victim here, and she was determined to seize this opportunity for a better life among the nobility.
"Sylvette, my daughter. You are okay." Lady Maria had moved and looked at her daughter with swollen eyes, evident of her grieving but Sylvette's heart didn't move.
"Why did you come here?" She asked as if she hadn't been kidnapped. Her brown eyes were narrowed.
Lady Maria just stared at her, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked older. "We were so worried about you. You were kidnapped and if his grace hadn't helped us. We wouldn't have been able to find you. Sweetheart, let's go home."