"Come on, tell what happened." Rowaine demanded.
Aristia, Beatrix and Serina took turns recounting what happened. By the time they were done, the expressions of the clueless adults seated in the parlour could be described with just two words; worry and rage.
They were bombarded with worried stares and queries. After the adults had been assured that they were unharmed, the scolding came.
"How could you do something as dangerous as sneaking out of the palace without guards and without permission, even dragging Marquis Eldridge's daughter into this?" Fedor boomed.
"We're sorry." Serina apologized.
"It's not about being sorry. I'll ensure that nothing like this ever happens again," he said sternly, his gaze landing on each one of them.
