When night came, the carriages and carts were packed and ready for departure.
Countess Viola arrived in her carriage, prepared to travel back with the group.
"Forgive my lateness. I had a few matters to see before I left," Viola said, catching Damien's eye briefly to let him know she had received his letter.
"Was it your husband?" Eloise asked, moving to Viola's side.
"No. I didn't need to say any goodbyes. He will be joining me later, so I shall have his company for the journey home. The roads are growing too dangerous for me to travel alone. Did you enjoy your time here?" Viola asked, giving Eloise a quick look over.
"Very much. I was already planning the next visit before this one was over," Eloise replied.
Viola took Eloise's hands in hers, her grip warm and firm. "Next time you come back, I want you to stay at my home. There will be no one to trouble you there."
"You must have heard about Peter, and all the rest of it," Eloise said.
