Thomas and Exeter finally took Owen away.
The Northtown garrison, to prevent any incidents, dispatched a full squad to escort the military payroll.
Standing in the attic, I watched Owen's retreating figure. My dear uncle looked truly pathetic.
My hands, hanging at my sides, slowly clenched into fists. I whispered to myself, "Patience, Anne. This is just the beginning!"
I didn't say goodbye to Thomas.
Isabella and Josephine, abandoning all decorum, knelt at the doorway, wailing loudly.
It was a truly unappealing sight.
In this moment of crisis, Isabella's carefully constructed facade of gentility shattered completely.
A woman who only cried and made a fuss during a crisis could not survive in the royal family.
This was what my dear Abby once taught me.
I clutched the card tightly
