On the other hand, Eleanore had done wonders for a blooming couple.
Hael sat opposite Stella, in his carriage. Both uncomfortable and unable to break this silence that had plagued them for like eternity.
"How was your mission, duke?" Stella took the initiative to break it.
"It was good. But how did you know I was on a mission; it was a national secret." Hael asked, his expression indescribable.
"Um— that Elle— I mean Lady Eleanore told me. We read your letter together." She answers.
"Which one?" One of his eyebrows arched on hearing that.
"Did you send more than one?" She asked, unaware of the second letter that had arrived while she was unconscious from the assassination attack.
"I did. Looks like the one you read was the first one." He concludes.
"Indeed."
