Chapter 277 - Heated recaps
Scarlett’s remaining time in Elystead passed in a relatively leisurely fashion, marked by very few notable events. She accompanied Lady Withersworth on several visits to the older noblewoman’s acquaintances and her daughter at the Ustrum Assembly, but beyond that, Scarlett only occupied herself with minor matters until it was time to return home.
The journey back to Freybrook proper was short and uneventful. Kilnstone travel had been reserved for the nobles and dignitaries who had attended the conclave, both to and from the capital, simplifying the arrangements for the trip.
As their carriage rolled through the gates of the Hartford estate, Scarlett gazed out the window at the winder-bound landscape. Little had changed in Freybrook during their brief absence.
At the back of her mind, the Loci stirred, its nascent awareness seeming to welcome her return. Scarlett took a moment to borrow its senses, surveying the ground to ensure all was in order before gently pushing the Loci’s presence back into her subconscious.
After disembarking and entering the mansion’s foyer, she bid her temporary farewells to her companions and ascended the grand staircase. Her footsteps echoed through the empty corridors as she made her way towards Evelyne’s quarters. Despite the lingering awkwardness and tension between them, someone had to update Evelyne about the conclave’s proceedings, and she supposed it was easiest for her to handle that task.
Pausing briefly before the oak door to the woman’s room, Scarlett took a steadying breath, preparing herself. Then, with a soft knock, she entered.
As before, the room was cloaked in dim light, the heavy curtains tightly drawn. The sharp scent of disinfectant had faded, replaced by a more subtle aroma of herbal remedies. As Scarlett’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, she pointedly ignored the painting in the corner that seemed to demand her attention and kindled fires within. Instead, she focused on the bed, where Evelyne’s figure lay motionless beneath the covers.
Bandages still obscured parts of Evelyne’s face, extending down over her left shoulder. Although Scarlett had been informed that the injuries were healing, the sight still fueled the anger within her.
Evelyne appeared to be asleep, but as Scarlett approached, she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, before settling on Scarlett.
“…Scarlett?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
“Yes, it is me,” Scarlett replied, keeping her tone even.
Evelyne blinked several times, slowly processing her presence. Then her eyes widened in recognition. With a light grimace, she pushed herself upright against the headboard. “What are you doing here? I thought you left for Elystead?”