Paige served me breakfast, just like last night, on a wooden tray. And joining me, the Duke served himself directly from the wooden cart where everything was brought in.
Forgetting about the Palace's invitation, we ate breakfast peacefully.
From time to time he would take care of me, serving more food or milk and watch over my demeanour as the food was taken in.
Even after we finished, he stayed for a while, just to be sure that I had no problems with what I have eaten.
Before leaving, Marianne's Father informed me that a doctor would come in later to take a look at my physical condition. As he stood to leave, he caressed my cheeks and with a bit of hesitation he ended up saying one last thing.
