Special Chapter 3: Picnic (II)

"No, no, no, don't worry too much about me, my love. I am alright. I am only tired and exhausted from all of the running and chasing, only to catch up to our children, cough! Cough! Cough!" unable to finish her sentence, the Duchess coughed roughly. 

Then suddenly, a line appeared in between Duke Conan Bray Arvendon's eyebrows as they knitted together. "Didianne," he murmured under his breath. Worry echoed in his voice. 

After a brief moment of staring, the Duke suddenly broke his gaze and groaned. A few more moments later, Duke Conan Bray Arvendon took a deep breathe out. "Cirillo!" the Duke shouted as he called out to his oldest child. 

But no answer came back to him. Duke Conan Bray Arvendon immediately turned his head towards the direction where the river was located. Only to see his Audemar Cirillo and Andraste Csilla running around as they giggled. He took yet another deep sigh.