Chapter 112; Taking a stroll.

“Grace, get me that corset.” Ivorie said to Grace, pointing to a small opened drawer across her bedroom.

She was seated at the edge of the bed, her mind weary. She was still thinking about Regan. She was also still mortified at how strong he had an effect even with his absence.

“Luna,” Grace’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts with a start. The handmaid was pointing the corset at her with a look of worry on her face.

“Oh,” she collected the corset and put it on.

“Are you okay, Luna?” Grace asked in a tone of concern.

Ivorie chuckled, “Why wouldn't I?” She asked as she put on her corset.

Grace paused for a while, her mouth opening and closing as she was unsure of what to say.

“Forgive me, Luna.” She muttered with a slight bow.

Ivorie didn't hear her, however. Her mind had once again wandered off. She was worried about Regan.

He was at the border and the borders at these times tended to be dangerous because of raids and ambushes.

She could only hope there wasn't one at the eastern b