"You must be proud of yourself, running away for so long only to come right back where you started"
Isolde spat, her voice still unhurried but with an edge of annoyance and something else, was it relief?
Lugh didn't respond. He kept silent as always, his gaze not even registering the two ladies seated opposite him.
On his right finger, a tarnished silver ring gleamed, dull but unmistakable.
"Answer me, Lugh"
Isolde continued, her tone firm.
"You ran halfway across the kingdom only to get yourself almost killed."
Then she leaned in, her voice dropping in intensity.
"What was all that for?"
Still no response.
The carriage continued on its way to the manor. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving only the organized stalls and streets lined with flickering gas lamps.
The soft clinking of distant street vendors and the hum of evening life filled the air.
Lugh turned his gaze outward, as if the scenery was more interesting than the conversation at hand.
