Faye fixed her gaze on the Duke. "I understand what you are explaining, but I don't like it. I see a storm rolling in and if you are not here beside me, Sterling Thayer, I am unsure I can weather it alone."
Faye's gaze shifted from Sterling to the bedroom window behind him, drawn to the view outside. The soft light of late afternoon was slowly fading, casting a gentle radiance on the room.
She noticed the transformation of the weather; what was once icy sleet now danced down as thick, fluffy snowflakes. The scene painted a serene picture, as Faye couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity seeping into the room.
A deep sigh escaped the Duke's lips as he observed Faye's gaze drifting away from his. He could perceive her apprehension and anxiety regarding the tumultuous events unfolding around them.
