Chapter 82: Worry About Yourself
Fortunately for Irene, that was the last break they had before they went down another hill and found the Dethorn’s estate which overlooked the floodplains from up high on a cliff.
Despite how their house sat precariously overlooking the land below, they had quite a bit of space that boasted well-kept gardens and a sprawling property. Since Chemois was milder than the south in summer, flowers tended to bloom much later than spring and all through the summer.
The carriage went slow by that point as the coachman guided them down the stone-lined road and around a fountain that stood proudly in front of the home.
Baron Dethorn rushed out to greet his wife and they were caught in an embrace as if the others didn’t exist before he paid the knight and apprentices handsomely for their help. It was clear he cherished his wife and it made Irene feel even more uncomfortable considering the internal battle she was having with Rose and ways to avoid the girl.
Irene was only forced to help Rose out of the carriage one last time and the girl gave her a curtsy before giggling.
"Goodbye, Iro," Rose uttered quietly.
"Farewell, my Lady," Irene responded, forcing herself to be polite since it was just one last time.
However, as the girl ran back to the Baron to embrace him as well then tell him about the journey she went on with her aunt, Irene turned towards the apprentices and heaved a sigh as they gave her smirks of approval.
"You’ve really stolen her heart," Leif mentioned in disbelief.