Chapter 395: Lady Dove’s longing.
Roland had never been more surprised in his life than when he saw Lady Dove Wheatley standing in the garden where Lady Iryne Thorin was hosting her fairy tale ball. He was on his way to find his wife when he saw her.
She was cloaked in deep red. Her silver blonde hair was knotted into a braid that hung thick with ribbons and pearls intertwined on the inside and outside. His breath had hitched as soon as as he recognized her.
"It’s her." He muttered.
He had not been able to move further, he could not bring himself to. Roland was not sure if it was a dream or a hallucination.
She had approached him to talk and immediately, he had taken her hand and brought her to a place far away from the eyes of the others. If he spoke to her at length in public, others would make assumptions. Also, he could not guarantee that his wife would not take her head.
They had not even started talking when he heard the pigeon cries coming from the window. It was the signal that his wife was in the area. Sir Samuel had come up with the silly idea after the sword rain incident.
His heart started to beat crazily, tremors rolled in his lower stomach. He had not done anything immoral but still he was nervous, afraid that his wife would misunderstand and overreact.
"Your highness, you remember me." Lady Dove took a step towards Roland.
She unaware of the turmoil he was enduring.