Chapter 87
One she could pick up on.
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Roseanne believed that she wasn’t the least perceptive.
Everyone had always seen her as such, so it had always been impossible for her to detect danger. But it had been the whole day, and she could feel the gaze of her son fixed on her. She wasn’t sure of the reason why, or how she was able to detect it—but she was sure that it wasn’t something good.
Alistair was one to express his emotions, he was always vocal and needed to make sure that his emotions were valid—it was for the wrong reason, but she had always welcomed such thoughts. Roseanne would always understand why his thoughts wandered in such a direction, and she slowly made him aware of how she could fix them.
“Your Grace, are you alright?” her attendant asked.
Roseanne nodded, looki
