I exchanged a glance with Simon, who stepped closer and raised his voice intentionally. "Oh dear, I almost forgot why we came! It's about Eliza's father! Lord Warrick, would it be possible for us to visit the cell where my father was kept? Lady Eliza lost her father here, and visiting the place would ease her troubled heart."
We had a silent agreement, able to read each other's thoughts with just a look.
Lord Warrick's expression changed, uncertainty creeping in as his gaze flicked between us. He quickly donned a polite smile. "Your Grace, you shouldn't concern yourself with such a place. It's cold and unwelcoming. You're far too precious to enter a place like that."
His words carried a clear refusal.
I nodded along, noticing Simon's brow furrowed in confusion, though he was wise enough not to voice it.
Lord Warrick appeared relieved, but before he could fully exhale, I spoke up. "Then, Your Grace, I'll go on my own. You wait here for me."
Turning to Lord Warrick, I added, "Can we go now, my lord?"
His square face twitched, and he stole a glance at Simon's icy stare, trembling slightly. He seemed to reconsider his position. "Of course, I'll have someone escort you immediately, my lady."