Elsewhere, Fiona left Baron Elvan's estate with lighter steps than when she had entered. Her body was tired, but her heart carried a weightless joy. For once, the exhaustion etched across her face could not overshadow the faint smile tugging at her lips.
She could hardly wait to share the news with Robert. Every step she took toward their hideout made her excitement surge anew. At last, her persistence had not been in vain. Baron Elvan had agreed to lend his aid, and with his assistance, the gates of the palace were no longer a distant dream but a reachable path.
At last, the pub building came into view. Robert was already there. He stood by the window, notes scattered in his hands, while his brows furrowed from time to time.
