"What is this?" Rosalind stared at the box that the Duke handed her. It was large and heavy and reminded her of a pillow as it was made of velvety materials. They just finished making the two noblemen angry, and now they were about to eat their breakfast. Fighting against the wolves took hours and they were hungry.
It was already past nine in the morning and everyone was cleaning up, trying to remove as many dead wolves as they could before the darkness would once again envelop the area.
"A gift."
"Why are you giving me a gift?" Was it because he was happy? His conversation with those two noblemen had a productive result. After all, both agreed to some of his conditions. Suffice it to say, the Duke got everything that he wanted, and those two men just nodded their heads until one of them fainted from too much anger.
