"I want to go to town," I said, looking up from my book to meet Alaric's gaze. He sat across from me in our private sitting room, reviewing some papers from his desk.
His quill paused mid-stroke. "To town? Why?"
I closed my book, placing it on my lap. "I miss walking through the shops, seeing people. It's been weeks since I've left the estate."
Alaric's expression darkened slightly. "Isabella, you know it's not entirely safe. Finnian is still at large, and Lord Malachi continues to be a threat. Not to mention your stepmother."
"I understand the risks," I said, trying to keep the frustration from my voice. "But I can't remain locked away forever. I'm the Duchess now—I should be seen."
Alaric set down his quill and leaned back in his chair, studying me. "You're right."
His easy agreement surprised me. "I am?"
