Aren't You Miss Beaufort?

The rest of the day proceeded slowly for Milan. Melba was out to attend to the rising infrastructure, so his only companion for now was Owen. The farmer apprentice only sat at the side of the bride’s curtain, while Milan was doodling on a sketchpad. He was trying to draw Lasair, but his artistic skills didn’t include the visual arts.

Soon enough, Owen turned to the big double door and watched it intently. Unlike Milan, he could hear the shuffling footsteps outside. The double doors then moved with a slow opening. Melba’s movements were a little frantic as if trouble struck the village again.

“What’s wrong?” Milan stopped doodling and watched Melba quickly take her spot at the side of the bride’s curtained cell. When Milan looked at the doors again, Boris and Rion came… with some uniformed men and a man in business casual attire.

Milan stared at them through the curtain. “Officers from the mainland, welcome to the village of Lasair. What can we do for you?”