"Don't worry, Lady Zezi, my horse is very strong, a good bred, and she can take us both to somewhere with spectacular meal. I know a place." Delice bumped her shoulder lightly against Zezi's own. "You'll not regret it."
Zezi didn't protest again, it was useless.
Although dinning with the enemy wasn't her thing, but maybe this time, she could raise a white flag and allow a little bit of peace.
Besides, when next did she know that she would have the opportunity to sneak out like this again. Lady Delice would be too careful next time.
Her stomach rumbled again, although it was really low this time.
They both busted into laughter as they headed towards the horse, but before they went too far off, Zezi turned to see the words carved upon the grave stone, singling it out and concentrating on it.
Carved into the grey stone, were the letters hard to see under the dim moonlight.