the duchess finally spoke. She did not smile, and her eyes did not sparkle as usual, but were dull.
-Are you feeling well? - the dragon asked with concern.
-I'm surprised at how protective you are.- A delicate smile flashed across her face. - From what I've heard, I must thank your aunt for that. - She paused briefly. - If I wanted to be tactful, I would say that I feel great. However, to be honest, I'm not feeling my best.- Gizel looked away and gazed out the window. - The viscount kindly reminded me of things I wanted to forget and struck a chord of deep regret.- The elf did not take her eyes off the window.
-I believe he will face the consequences, - said the dragon quietly.
-Oh, knowing Darius, he certainly will. Anyway, he's not the only one who will try to make sure of that. - For a split second, her beautiful face contorted into a predatory expression that inspired fear.
-No matter what happens, I hope you'll feel better soon, - he tried to comfort her. Draco wasn't the best at this kind of conversation, so he tried to remember what his aunt used to say to him when he was angry or frustrated. - Don't worry about the behaviour of those who wish you badly, only care about those who support you.
-Thank you, Draco.- After a moment, a genuine, not feigned, calmness appeared on the elf's face. Gizel said nothing more, clearly signalling that the dragon's friendly presence was more than she needed.
The wizard paid no attention to where they were going, but only watched Gizel the whole time and listened to the sounds made by their escort. They rode for a long time, longer than it would take to get to the party. When Draco began to look out the windows, he realised that he did not recognise the area. The size and sophistication of the estates they passed indicated that they had certainly not left Rithien, but there were no longer walls manned by guards, the gardens were
