That day felt different for Cecilia. From morning, Damian had seemed restless, yet he left her alone in her chamber. It wasn't until nightfall that Cecilia found him returning, fully dressed in travel clothes and a dark cloak. His expression was grave, as though he could not afford a single moment to waste.
"I'll help you get ready, Cecilia. We must leave immediately."
Cecilia hadn't yet asked any questions when Sir Lenton entered after Damiain, his hands carrying several garments and cloaks clearly for her. His expression was even more rigid than Damian's. He handed the garments and cloaks to Damian, who in turn helped Cecilia prepare herself.
"I can manage on my own."
"Cecilia."
Damian spoke gently, but Cecilia knew it was more of a warning than a request. She remained silent. To ensure her own plans, she realized that following Damian's lead—at least for now—was the wiser choice.
"Don't worry. This will be over soon."
