The lethargic murmur of the lady instilled an unnerving silence. Nevertheless, the guard would continue to tell what was bad news.
“… Milady, I am sorry to tell you… yet the answers you hope for will not come out of this guard’s mouth.” — Gilead announced, with difficulty for the attentive Dina had visible wishes to hear what her heart would not feel saddened for. — “There is no knowledge in me of where your parents are… neither do I have a message from any of them…”
“… t-then…” — Dina’s eyes widened… pale at the truth about to be told by the Guard. Breathless as it was what she already feared and ached for in the bottom of her young soul.
“… The reason I am able to stand before you is solely because of a cursed luck I have been blessed with… one that did not accompany the Barons, milady. ”
Taking from his pocket the pouch he had stolen from a dead savage, Gilead then showed the woman the piece of jewellery her father had also stolen from the true Baron, Ewelina’s father.