He stood at the balcony for a long time watching the darkening sky.
He hadn't seen her since she had vanished into the crowd with Aldrich.
He didn't want to wonder where they had gone. Aldrich's carriage had reportedly left the premises, and she had gone with him.
"I'm just glad you're alive, Your Grace."
Yeren glanced over his shoulder and nodded briefly.
"Is she back?"
Andon tilted his head slightly as if deliberating what to say.
"I don't think so. I would have been told otherwise."
Yeren nodded, his fingers tightening around the railings.
"You understand that she can entertain the attention of any man of her choice, do you not?"
"I will not have this conversation with you, Andon."
Andon inched closer, until he was standing beside him.
"I came to tell you something else… about your bride."
Yeren rubbed the back of his neck.
"I don't want to hear it."
Just then, a carriage rolled through the gates.
