Irina's expression changed the moment she stepped out of her room.
There was the maid, Natalya, waiting outside the door, and Irina could see how worried she was.
"Milady," She started, seemingly wanting to suggest something but couldn't or rather didn't know what to suggest.
Irina had grown up from a baby in her hands, so she understood her the most and she was the only one who understood the expression on her face when the proposal was announced.
Irina was furious.
Natalya knew that Irina didn't like this decision, not one bit.
Now, she could suggest for her lady to runaway into a different country, but even though the Romanova's had fallen from grace decades ago, the still had connections.
And the patriarch had enough of it to get Irina back into Russia in just a few hours.
So all Natalya could do now was bow a bit, tears welling up her eyes as she said, "I'm sorry for being so useless, milady."
