"...I cannot believe you let her go, Father," Antonis hissed.
Next to him on the carriage seat, Eglithia pressed his hand, a motion to stay calm. He glared at the passing buildings and dark clouds instead.
"Watch your tone with me," Duke Valenzio De Crescent retorted, though his voice didn't hold any anger. "And she is safer out there than meandering around the Capital. I don't think Andromea nor her lapdog bought that she's dead. I received a report that there's a price on her head."
"Mercenaries?" Eglithia gasped. "Will Theora be alright?"
"She knows how to take care of herself," Antonis sighed. "I hate her being out there, but indeed, she is safer so long as she stays away. ...Do you truly think she can overturn House De Macran?"
"It doesn't matter," the Duke shook his head. "Wheth
