Chapter 22: Duke of Mischief
I cried that night. As always. I always shed tears every single night. Nothing new.
What added to my distress right now was the presence of the duke. I saw his smile stretching on his lips when Riolondo arrived with some 'good' news. I saw the fascination sparkled in Sylvester's eyes and how he looked at me with his annoying heterochromia eyes.
I was curious to know but I showed no interest every time I would get to see him. But I am dying to ask him what he found out. It had been a day since I ignored him so our paths won't even cross.
Plus, I hate to see his annoying expressions that could provoke me every time he is having a conversation with me.
I sighed, clutching the ropes on each side of me as Fuller pushed me gently. We were on the top of the hill and there was a swing there where I could settle there and have a good view of Reasien.