cold guard

The guard cleared his throat, stealing glances at Ivy. Ivy was so immersed looking at all the dolls that she had gotten; she was very happy.

All these dolls—they were all for her. They were no longer for other favored kids; they were all hers to play with.

Ivy continued smiling weirdly, and the guard Adrian kept looking at her with narrowed eyes. He couldn't help but say after a while, "Duchess, can I help you take all the dolls to the carriage?"

Ivy raised her head, taking her head away from the dolls as she had heard his voice. She immediately wiped off her smile, acting like a cool and chill Duchess.

"Yes, you may take the dolls inside for the Duchess. This Duchess would appreciate it very much."

The guard Adrian nodded, taking the dolls from her hands.

"It would be done, Duchess."

The dolls were taken from her hands before she could realize it. Ivy stared at her empty hands, and her hands trembled.

She already missed the dolls!