Emmelyn studied Mars's face, which looked anxious, and wondered what the man was thinking.
[What is going on in this weird man's mind?]
"Have you changed your mind about joining us for the tea?" asked Emmelyn. "It's not too late to cancel your intention."
Mars shook his head. "It is not like that."
"So what?" asked Emmelyn impatiently. "Tell me. I won't judge you."
Mars shook his head again. "Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you got on the carriage properly."
Emmelyn looked around her and shrugged. "As you can see, I got on the carriage properly. So, can we go now?"
"Yes." Mars nodded, then gave a signal to the coachman. "Let's go now. I'll follow from the side."
"Yes, Your Highness," said the coachman, bowing respectfully. He closed the carriage door and climbed into the coachman seat. A moment later, the carriage started moving gracefully towards the castle gates.
