[Angelica's POV]
Me and Marie were on patrolling duty together.
We walked beside each other through the village streets in silence for the most part, exchanging observations about the terror living in the eyes of every citizen we passed. This place was breathing fear from every corner.
And that's when Marie said something that stopped me in my tracks.
"Princess, what do you think about Deculein?"
I stopped midway. The question caught me off guard more than it should have. My mind started to process, started to picture him, his face, his actions, his words from these past few days. I swallowed whatever was about to come out and said instead.
"What do you mean by that?"
Marie's eyes carried a worry that went deeper than casual curiosity. "I just wanted to know if you're feeling the same thing I am. Like he is a completely different person from before."
"I don't get what you mean."
