His return (part 2)

Seated in her cherished corner of the garden was not just the Archduchess herself but also a figure of a man facing her. If it weren't for the absence of any kind of pull, Adela could easily mistake this person for her mate.

Indeed, Leopold von Conradie, particularly in terms of physical features, bore an uncanny resemblance to his nephew.

Adela swiftly averted her gaze when her eyes met her mother's vacant stare, she diverted her attention to the hill where she needed to hasten. Her mind raced with her feet as it returned to a night filled with lingering questions about Leopold.

Why were they convening now, at this precise moment?

No, why did their paths have to intersect once more?

The audacity of their open encounter within the confines of the Archduke's estate filled Adela with anger. Couldn't they have found a discreet way to meet away from prying eyes?

The last thought only brought more pain and anger.