"Milady, would His Grace be unhappy? We have defied his orders. Should we return home or maybe inform him of us being here?" Reyna looked around as her gaze flickered in worry.
They had already left the mansion and were on the streets, enjoying the Mid Autumn Festival. However, unlike her Lady, who was smiling widely in joy, she could still not bring herself to enjoy the outing.
"Reyna, you have nothing to worry about. I will handle Father. I will not implicate you in this." Irene assured her as she looked behind at the two guards following her and Reyna and Lucian, who seemed lost in his thoughts.
"No, no, Milady. That is not it. I am just worried about you." Reyna was not apprehensive about herself. She did not mind getting punished for her Lady. "You were sick in the morning and must be feeling weak all over..."
"Are you ill, Lady Sylvaine?" Lucian broke out of his stupor and he snapped towards the two ladies immediately. "Why did you not inform me about it?"