章節 172: 169: Garden; what a crushed flower is to a man

Birds chirped, wings flapping against the wind as they flew from one tree to another, hopping from one branch to another, leaving behind the leaves to tremble as they danced to their jolly symphony.

Drystan didn't know what to think of the situation he was in. He didn't know what was the right way to react. So he stayed silent and trudged by the Duke of York's side, somewhat begrudgingly.

Neither of the two spoke, Adrastus focused his attention on the garden they were walking in, seemingly ignoring the Marquess of Wales in doing so.

Why was Drystan Meyer making no move to break the heavy blanket of silence that fell over them? He might wonder.

Alas, the said man wasn't one to talk a lot, that's what he had learnt from observing him. If he preferred silence, then silence he shall get.