their limbs. Melina was happy about Anna, who stood firm as a rock and was especially a support for the still traumatized Misha. For herself, too, the rough maid was a tremendous support. As long as she didn't have to be alone, she could do anything.

"Well, that didn't go as planned" Roberto said a bit confused and looked at Blake, who was in thought.
"They're hiding," he said slowly. "The ladies are hiding here in the middle of nowhere, from something"
His face brightened.
"With a lot of patience, you can work wonders there," he poked his friend in the side.
"I think we shouldn't bother them anymore, they looked like they had a hard time behind them""All the better," Blake warbled, who preferred to see himself in the noble knight role.

Lares opened the door for Rio.
"Your father won't be very pleased when you can be found with me again than over your books." Rio smiled and shrugged.
"I shouldn't think for myself, just follow the example of my esteemed father," said Rio with a sigh and gratefully accepted the cup of water.
"The heat is killing you," Lares said and stroked her forehead. "It's not even summer," he sighed.
"If this continues, the fields will all be desolate," said Rio worriedly. "And my father just doesn't see the needs of ordinary people." He looked sadly into the mug. He liked the taste of water in that jug. He hated the metal taste of the goblets, he hated drinking diluted wine that always clouded his head. He liked to sit here on rough wood and listen to the short forester when he told what was going on in the woods, when he suspected poachers and which animals he had observed.
If Rio could he would give up his title and live in the small town, not the county, not the musty castle that would never change. He hated the luxury, the wealth, that was given for free. He didn't want to be the son of a count, he didn't want to live in this confinement, he wanted to swap places with Lares, see if the woods were all right, hunt poachers and live a real life. Not always to be confronted with intrigues or by fake ladies who threw themselves at him, just because of the position.
Rio sighed and took a long sip. How he loved that taste.
"You quarrel with your fate again" said Lares and Rio shook his head. "No," Rio rose, he towered over the forester by almost two heads. "I'll take care of everything in Seestadt"
He let his gaze wander through the little forester's house. "If you have problems with the poachers again, please let me know. I'll help"
Lares nodded. He knew what an excellent fighter the young count was. Even if he didn't like to shed blood.
Rio swung onto his horse, which was already prancing impatiently. His stallion was spirited and no one at his father's court could control Nights tail. Rio didn't see it as control, but as harmony between the two of them. He understood that Nightsail wanted to be free, who wouldn't? He gave his horse the spurs and together they thundered down the forest path.

Melina opened the door to the small fenced garden where everything lay fallow and Anna tried to remove the weeds that had overgrown almost everything. She got up and wiped her dirty forehead with her dirty arm. Misha sat in the grass and stared in front of her. She didn't speak much anymore.
"Have you seen Ina?"Asked Melina worriedly and Anna shook her head." I'm going to look for her "
Melina said worried and turned away. "Maybe she followed a butterfly again" Melina turned and looked into Anna's cool eyes.
"We both know that you finally have to open your eyes. The gypsy is not the solution, we finally have to get Ina to tell what is going on here."
"She doesn't know anything" Melina said rushed and left the garden. "Of course," Anna muttered and struck the hoe in the hard ground. "And butterflies are so sociable" She hit the ground again with all her might and paused. “What do you think of that?” She looked at Misha, who was just staring at the blades of grass. "Exactly" said Anna. "At least you agree with me that everything stinks here"

"Ina" Melina sighed. It was the third time that Ina had disappeared since she had escaped. And every time Melina found her, her little one looked a little more disturbed and withdrawn. Of course she agreed with Anna, but whatever was going on here was dangerous.
She listened and suddenly she heard Ina's voice calling her name. Her steps quickened, it came from the forest. Ina's white head could be seen from afar, she was crouching over a figure.
"Melina" she whispered. A young man was lying on her lap, his head was bleeding. "What happened?" Asked Melina. Ina sobbed and shook her head. The young man began to move and Ina stared at his face, startled. "It's okay," said Melina and pulled the young man up. "Can you hear me" she asked clearly, supporting the man who came to groaning.
"The girl," he muttered softly. "Is the girl okay?" Melina looked at Ina, who was chewing her lips. "The girl is fine"
"My horse" Melina sighed and slowly understood what was going on. "Is not here anymore"
"Come on" said Melina and pulled the injured man to his feet. "We'll have to take a look at that first" She brushed back his bloody crest and examined the wound. "Looks worse than it is," she encouraged the young man and took him under the arms.
"Come on" She waved Ina next to her, who trotted along with her head with bowed head.
"Did you follow a butterfly again?" Melina asked sternly and Ina only ducked her head, didn't answer anything and Melina didn't feel able to dig any further. She just didn't have the strength. What bad had they done to deserve something like this, Melina thought wearily.