Demian returned to the castle as dusk approached.
There was no procession. No expression of relief or victory. He walked in like a man who had just stepped out of an execution chamber alive, yet having left something behind. When Valerie appeared at the far end of the corridor, carrying a stack of fabrics Sera had just chosen for her, Demian paused for a moment. Their gazes met.
Valerie gave a small smile. A calm one. Asking for nothing.
"Your journey was long," she said lightly.
Demian nodded. "There were many matters."
That was all.
No explanation. No confession. Not a single word about Castle Kosler, about Ivanka, about a marquess kneeling at his feet. He walked past Valerie, then stopped and stepped back adjusting the shawl on her shoulders, making sure the knot did not press against her stomach.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.
"Not yet," Valerie replied, a little surprised. "I was waiting for you."
"We'll eat together," Demian said briefly.
