Ophelia stayed in Dante's chamber during the night, and in the morning, she returned to her chamber to get dressed for the day.
Mary's response to the invitation came early in the morning, so Ophelia had a table prepared for them to sit out in the garden.
"Thomas, has any word about my husband's whereabouts come back to us?" Ophelia questioned, growing impatient with the lack of reports.
"Not at the moment, but I trust it will come soon. They always send reports back to the castle promptly so we can be prepared for threats," Thomas answered.
"The maids have been calm for the most part. I urge you to keep yourself composed because if you are worried, the servants will worry," Alice said to Ophelia. "If the castle is in a state of panic, then it presents an opportunity for enemies to strike."
"You are right. Thank you, Alice. I needed the reminder," Ophelia said, letting go of her worries for a moment.
Alice smiled and drifted back behind Ophelia to where Thomas stood.
