Chapter 40
A sense of Deja Vu.
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“We humbly greet the Duchess.”
Roseanne smiled, offering them to lift their heads. Her hand rests on her child’s shoulder, as this was the first that Alistair seemed rough with other people. At least, in her view. She had seen her child interacting with people outside the estate. In her view, the child in her hands could do no wrong.
So it was troubling how he seemed rough with his words.
“I apologize for not preparing enough to accommodate you ladies,” Roseanne muttered.
Alistair frowned, not liking the idea that Roseanne’s time would cut short in order to provide entertainment for the ladies who just come with their parents. They could make excuses that it would be easier since all were attending the banquet for the 4th Prince—but he doubts th
