"Lady—"
"Shhh— " Dorothy stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. "Jeames, you grew up with me," her brows furrowed, tears threatening to fall. "You know what I have gone through for the sake of the Blessing. You've watched me all throughout my life."
"Young Lady—"
"Please call me by my name when we are alone. Didn't I already tell you that?"
He sighed. "Dorothy, your sister is nothing but a weak woman who—"
"Jeames, she schemed against me, how could you call her weak? She is working with the Duke. They must have wanted to get rid of me because the Duke knew he could not just kill me as everyone dotes on me. Grandfather and father would raise Hell if he suddenly killed me on my way to the North. And he is aware of this."
"Then, we can just let him kill Rosalind on her way to the North instead. We are not going to do—"
"How could you say that?"
"What?"
