Chapter 452: Relatively Peaceful
Within the confines of the estate, a different kind of rumor had taken hold. It had nothing to do with the disease afflicting the soldiers but centered instead around the activities of the Duke and Duchess. Whispers traveled through the corridors, each word dripping with anticipation. The rumor mill spun tales of an imminent announcement, one that would undoubtedly involve the prospect of an heir.
When Rosalind first caught wind of this speculation, she was rendered speechless. An heir? The thought seemed ludicrous to her. The events of the past week had been a blur, and the notion that she would now be expected to become pregnant and produce an heir left her incredulous. What were these people thinking?
Perhaps it was the absence of the relentless beast attacks that had shifted the focus to such matters. Seeking solace and a moment of clarity, Rosalind decided to visit the protective walls surrounding the estate. As she strolled along the perimeter, she noticed the soldiers' eyes upon her, their gazes filled with newfound harmony and reverence.
"Your Grace, I did not expect your visit today," greeted General Lytton, a broad smile illuminating his face. Standing beside him was Lieutenant Bohan, bowing respectfully to the Duchess.
"General," Rosalind acknowledged him with a warm smile. "How are things?" she inquired, walking alongside him as they ascended the stairs leading to the walls. The air was charged with a sense of vigilance, soldiers stationed at every vantage point, their watchful eyes scanning the horizon.
"It has been relatively peaceful," the General replied. "The beasts have seemed less aggressive in recent months. However, we remain ever vigilant, maintaining our guard..."
"That is good to hear," Rosalind replied, her eyes scanning the surroundings. She was clad in an elegant black dress, draped in a matching shawl that concealed her form. This perfectly contrasted with the white snow around her.
"Your Grace, I'm pleased to inform you that the soldiers who received your assistance in the past have all made a full recovery. They have been reassigned to their respective posts," the General informed Rosalind promptly, ensuring she was kept abreast of recent developments. In addition, he provided updates on the progress of newly recruited soldiers who had undergone rigorous training.
Lucas considered her words, his gaze steady and thoughtful. "Denys will oversee the necessary arrangements. We can initiate the hiring process for the greenhouse construction as soon as possible," he responded, surprising her with his immediate agreement. In the past, the estate had not boasted a greenhouse, leading her to believe that Lucas might be less inclined toward the idea. Rosalind settled into a chair, her surprise giving way to satisfaction as she nodded in approval.
"You can leave us now," Lucas instructed Denys, his voice firm yet gentle. With a nod, Denys exited the room, closing the door behind him. It was now just Lucas and Rosalind, alone in the study.
Lucas turned his attention fully towards Rosalind, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Why don't you help me review the plans for the greenhouse?" he suggested, leaning closer to her. "I've heard that you played a significant role in its design."
A smile of pride and accomplishment graced Rosalind's lips as she moved closer to Lucas, joining him at the table. "Indeed, I did," she affirmed, her voice laced with satisfaction.
Drawing upon her knowledge and experiences from her past life, she contributed her insights to the creation of the greenhouse she had envisioned. She stood beside him, eager to delve into the plans.
However, before she could fully immerse herself in the task at hand, Lucas surprised her by pulling her onto his lap. Her eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted to the sudden change.
"Sit," Lucas instructed, his expression serious yet playful. "It's more comfortable this way."
Rosalind found herself momentarily stunned by his boldness, her cheeks flushing with a hint of pink. However, she quickly composed herself, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes.