Margret and Evelyn walked through the palace halls, their long cloaks flowing behind them as they made their way toward the courtyard. The moment they stepped outside, the murmurs around them quieted. Servants, guards, and nobles alike bowed deeply, lowering their heads in respect.
"Your Highnesses," they greeted in unison.
Margret barely acknowledged them, her mind too preoccupied with everything that had happened. Evelyn, on the other hand, nodded politely, though her expression remained distant.
They continued walking toward the royal stables, where their horses had already been prepared for them. The stable boys quickly stepped aside, bowing once more as the sisters mounted their horses.
The journey to their father’s estate was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of hooves against t
