Delaney tilted her head, trying to understand the request. "What is it you need him to find, Lady Celine?"
Celine looked down at the wooden floorboards again. The hard, determined look on her face completely shattered. A profound, overwhelming sadness washed over her features, making her look incredibly young and incredibly broken. Her lower lip trembled slightly before she forced it still.
Celine replied, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I need to know where Edward was buried."
Delaney blinked, completely taken aback by the name.
"Edward Fitz," Celine whispered, finally speaking the full name aloud for the first time in three agonizing years. A single tear escaped her eye and rolled down her pale cheek. "He was a stable boy at our estate. He was... he was a good man. My father took him away from me, and he never told me where they put him. I just want to know where he is so I can say goodbye."
Delaney's heart clenched painfully in her chest.
