Esme's POV
Darn rogues. My hands still trembled faintly, but I ignored it. I was completely away from the threats now.
The Duke's personal lady walked me to the main hall slowly. She kept a steady pace because I had started faking leg cramps on the way.
Elle must've left me to clear a path for us to escape the rogues. If I let the lady leave early, she might meet her.
This lady was stronger than she looked, but somehow I couldn't sense it. She must have a suppression stone somewhere, and I was grateful.
She helped me sit. Her eyes were warmer than before and lingered on my ankle. "Does it hurt a lot, miss?"
She seemed nice, even when she asked about my red hair— she had noticed. She accepted it when I told her I dyed it with my friend.
It was the truth, regardless of my intention. Since she couldn't see Elle that I had moved with, she probably assumed that was who I spoke about.
