Benhard's eyes subject me to a confused scrutiny after which his gesture relaxes, he opens his mouth to murmur in my direction.
–Your Majesty?
I turn my face towards him to verify that he heard me, but to my surprise I must repeat it again.
–Lady Elijah is about to go for a walk in the garden and the night has already turned cold.– I speak to him but I'm not even looking at him, my eyes give like two sharp daggers straight towards the direction in which Lady Elijah has gone
Benhard bows, silently disappearing from my sight going down the hall, losing himself in him. As I am alone, I glance around the room where the nobles talk and the younger ladies talk to each other; the sound of the musicians does not make my attention divert from where my goal is.
I play with the straps of my shaw
