Sophia watched with feigned wide eyed wonder the happening outside the Inn. She spotted Crone in the midst of the castle guards, escorting Olivia and her handmaiden to a horse drawn carriage. She carefully kept the wondering look on her face despite the satisfaction she felt. Olivia was being taken back towards the castle. One less person to worry about taking the Duke-to-be's attention. And more importantly, she wouldn't need to be envious about how silky her hair was and how fine her clothes were. As she watched the Lady step into the carriage, she hoped that her father would keep her in the castle where she belonged. She turned her eyes towards the dark haired handmaiden that was climbing the carriage after her mistress next and almost laughed at how meek and obedient she looked. She wasn't that way the night before. She had been bold and acted as though she was superior than Sophia. Just because she served Olivia didn't mean that she had become a noble herself. She vowed to put her in place the next time she encountered her -- not that she wanted to. She hoped that Darma would be locked up in the castle the way she hoped Olivia would be. The peasant was still thinking unpleasant thoughts about Darma when she felt someone take her elbow. She blinked and looked at the man. There was really no need resisting. She would either be sent away or escorted back to the inn. She nodded and let the man lead her. She was glad when they headed towards the inn, up the stairs and into the same room where she had been the night before. When she was instructed to wait for Paul, she simply nodded. --- Olivia remained silent as she sat in the carriage, thoughts about what she had been told the night before running through her mind. Now that she was being brought back to the castle, she would have no chance to hear what Paul really thought of her father. All she could really do now was do a bit of snooping on her own, maybe demand why she needed to be locked up in the castle and perhaps try to sneak out again later in the hopes of making it to the agreed meeting place for that meal with Paul. She looked towards Darma, who was sitting across her, and gave her a meaningful look, one that the handmaiden immediately understood. The handmaiden, just as silent as Olivia, shook her head. She knew what was going on in her mistress' head and she didn't think it was possible for them to be able to sneak out again. The Count would probably have guards watching their moves now that he had discovered that they snuck out of the castle. She wondered briefly if one of the servants had ratted them out. Olivia gave Darma a pointed look. Darma shook her head again at the insistent look on her lady's face. If she didn't think that they were in trouble, she would have laughed at how Olivia seemed to be deadset on meeting again with the man she had been infatuated with for years. Olivia shook her head. Darma rolled her eyes, knowing that there would be a huge argument between the Count and his youngest daughter when they arrive at the Castle. --- [color=tan]"Did you really have to send all those guards to come and get me, Father?"[/color] Olivia demanded as she stepped into the room where her father was waiting for her, forgetting for a moment that she had been caught outside without permission. [color=tan]"Do you not think I am old enough to get to know that people in town?"[/color] She sighed in exasperation. [color=tan]"You have kept me locked up in this castle every time I come to visit and that is why I left without permission."[/color] She took a deep breath. [color=tan]"Of course, I apologize for worrying you, Father. But still!"[/color] Darma stayed a few steps behind Olivia, keeping her head bowed to hide the smile that was on her lips. Olivia had always been the Count's favorite child even though she can be stubborn and headstrong when she wanted to be.