A compliment?
What exactly did he mean by that?
"Are you making fun of me, Sir Theodore?" She finally summoned the courage to ask.
Eve hoped that he would just hurry on his way so she could call Agnes to help her stretch her back.
Her whole body was sore…
And it was all her fault.
Not even a single wink of sleep had claimed her.
Yet even as she asked the question, she was well aware that he hardly made fun of people.
Without another word, he was gone.
Not just to the hunt, she thought sadly, but to the guest wing.
All because of her moment of foolishness.
Shaking her head to clear the embarrassing thoughts, she changed into her riding habit after a hot bath and went to the stables.
Whisper had already been fed by the time she got there, fidgeting in her stall with restless energy.
Almost all the other stalls were empty, reminding her of the hunt which they had embarked on.
