"My lord has left the city," the knight replied. "There is a case that requires investigation. He likely will not return until very late tonight."
Caelith's heartbeat quickened.
So he had left the city and would not return until nightfall...
She lowered her gaze and nodded lightly, clearly upset. "I understand. Thank you."
Then, she turned and walked back toward the house.
Behind her, Yvaine called out brightly, "Sister, breakfast is ready!"
But Caelith did not turn around.
***
An hour later, Caelith stood before Lady Lian's residence, twisting her hands as she struggled to summon the courage to knock.
One of the servants noticed her first, and when Florentine opened the door and saw her, too, she froze in surprise.
"Miss Emberlyn?"
Caelith met her gaze with a surprising reserve. "My lady… I wish to go there."
Lady Lian blinked in confusion. "There? Where?"
Caelith looked directly at her, a frown cutting straight between her brows. "The imperial prison."
