The lonely Lady
Lady Anne Mary is the only person that dares to come to visit me under the Duke's watch. She's not even too bothered by his imposing presence.
She's just confused when she sees that I've turned my back to him.
«Have you two fought or something?» she whispers.
«No, we haven't. It's just easier this way,» I sigh. «Please, have a seat...»
I pat on the spot next to me, but Anne Mary chooses to sit in front. Oh, wait, she can see my Duke like that.
When she bows over, a cunning smile on her lips, she whispers: «I believe the Lord asked you to sit like this, so that he can look at you without you realising...»
She picks a snack from the table and continues to sip her tea as nothing happened.
I straighten my back, confused by her words. Then, I turn suddenly.
My Duke is scribbling something. His face is focused and his brows narrowed. He must be worried or annoyed by whatever he's doing.