Chapter Twenty Six

The sun was high and bright as Delia walked out of the heavy doors of the Ellington manor, leaving the oppressive atmosphere behind her. A genuine, unburdened smile graced her lips for the first time that day. In the courtyard, the magnificent carriage of the Duke of Elinburgh was waiting, a silent testament to the new reality of her life.

The driver, the older man from before whom she now knew to be Mr. Rye, tipped his hat to her as she approached. "Good morning, Milady," he greeted her, his voice warm and respectful.

Delia's smile widened. It felt good to be addressed with such simple courtesy. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Rye," she returned warmly.

Mr. Rye made a move to get down from his perch to help her into the carriage, a standard gesture of service. But Delia, so used to doing everything for herself, stopped him with a raised hand.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Rye," she said kindly. "I can do it myself."