Flavia blushed when Lord Acheron called her pretty, lowering her gaze when his soft finger trailed down her cheek.
"You are much too kind, Lord Whitemoore," she said. "My husband says I only get what I deserve...."
She listened intensively when he spoke of a way for him to free her. She looked at him with hope in her eyes - was it even possible to free her from this unwanted marriage? She could only hope...
"How?" she asked. "How is it possible to free me?"
The next scenario happened so fast, and since it was dark she didn't see clearly everything that happened. She heard the sound of a dry stomp, and let out a squeal of fear when she saw blood running down Lord Acheron's lips, his face paling.
She saw a man running away, he looked very similar to her coachman Joe. "JOE, STOP!" she called out, but he darted away.
Whimpering with anxiety she turned to help Lord Whitemoore, hoping it was not too late.
"Lord Whitemoore, are you alright?" she asked, filled with worry for him. "I can take care of your wounds if you like.... I have medical training..."