Chapter 25
Chloe trailed behind Eliza, the sound of her cane tapping out a mournful rhythm against the gray brick floors of the castle. Silent tears dripped onto the cold floor beneath her. The biting chill within the castle could not be solely attributed to the harsh winter.
“Lady Chloe…” Gilles watched Chloe as she leaned heavily on her cane, struggling to keep pace with the stern, witch-like figure of Eliza.
Chloe, who had always been a wise and steadfast ally to him, never once looked back as she retreated into the depths of the castle. Yet as she rounded a corner, he caught a fleeting glimpse of her profile, the stark fear etched in her features impossible to miss.
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“Her Grace is in the chapel,” Eliza quietly informed Chloe.
