Morena had already left the Brenle estate and was on her way back, the wheels of the carriage coming to a slow pace as they entered the gates.
The yard was quiet in the late afternoon, most of the servants had already finished their work for the day and gone home, and those that remained were merely the housekeepers.
When the carriage stopped and she exited, she didn't slow her pace and pushed past the doors, greeting the guards along the way.
"Keep up the work."
She crossed the hall, passed the sitting rooms, and made for the wing where her father's bedroom was located.
Her father's door was open again, and the second she entered, she was hit by the scent of herbs and the warmth of the fireplace. The man himself sat on his chair near the window, a book in hand; yet his gaze shifted when she walked in.
He glanced up from the book, closing it as he noticed it was her.
"Morena."
"Father."
She moved into the room and closed the door behind her, taking a seat near his own.
