The memory of my aunt's face as we departed replayed in my mind as our carriage rolled toward Duke Thorne's estate. Relief washed over me, but uncertainty quickly followed. I glanced at my parents sitting across from us—Mother's frail figure leaning against Father, both of them stealing wondering glances at Cassian.
"You have questions," I said softly.
"We're simply... surprised," Father replied, clearing his throat. "This engagement seems rather sudden."
Before I could respond, the carriage hit a rut, jostling us. Mother winced, and Cassian immediately leaned forward.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Meadows?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Mother nodded weakly. "Just tired, thank you."
"We'll be at the estate soon," I reassured her. "The Duke's physician will see you right away."
"The Duke's physician," Father repeated, as if testing the words. His gaze shifted to Cassian. "You truly have that kind of influence, sir?"
