Esme's POV
This journey had drained blood from my legs to my head even if I stood upright. I counted the cakes left.
Elle and I couldn't resist having two on our way, and now that I had given the Duke one, four were left.
I clicked my tongue. The Duke had a way to make me feel guilty whenever I tried making boundaries with him.
He accepted it, yet his sad expression haunted me. It shouldn't be my concern, but it had begun to be.
He wasn't too forward or pushy, so I had no reason to avoid him if he was being kind because of Uncle's relationship with him.
A relationship that I still wonder if it was real.
Uncle never mentioned being friends with a Duke.
I searched for Elle and found her walking behind me. "He is persistent about me joining his warriors." I huffed. "Does a delicate girl like me look like I can do all that?" I shook my head.
There was no response.
