Standing by the window, watching Horn and his guards walk across the drawbridge, Dane tilted his head and drank the wine from the gilded floral cup in one go.
Picking up the note with blurred handwriting, Dane tore it into pieces and threw them into the fireplace.
The door of the waiting room was pushed open again. Accompanied by two maidservants, a blonde woman wearing a front-clasp long dress gracefully walked into the room.
"My dear fiancé, how did your conversation with that foolish farmer go?"
"He indeed gave me quite a surprise." Dane raised his head, looking at the woman whose veil towered hat was three times longer than her face, and gave a bitter smile.
The blonde woman moved to the window, watching Horn leading his horse slowly along the street, and softly asked, "Is it difficult to manage? Or perhaps we could find someone to..."
