<div style="text-align: justify;">Manuela hoped Julian was right and they would not have to worry anymore. She was <span style="font-style: italic">still</span> worried, though, as there was still a demand made of them for both to be actually free. A demand Manuela was not willing to fulfill. As soon as they stepped out of their prison, Manuela held Julian’s hand tightly, still feeling nervous. She would only feel safe once she was sure that she would not be brought back to that place. <br/><br/>It was a relief to know that the Bishop would be true to his word and not try to have relations with her. Once she knew that, Manuela relaxed and spent her days in peace. While Julian was away tending to his duties, Manuela would read, or sew, or spend time tending to the garden to keep herself from getting bored. When Julian got back, she would spend time with him, and try to find a good way of getting out of their current predicament without doing what had been required of them. <br/><br/>When Lord Navarez came in for a visit, Manuela had been busy, tending to the flowers out on the garden. She had been planting a new flowerbed, and wanted to finish work on it before going back inside and keeping Julian company.<br/><br/>Once she did finally return, the Bishop was already with his visitor, and she stopped on her tracks, unsure about whether or not she should step in. The young woman was about to step back out when Lord Navarez saw her. Having no choice, Manuela stepped forward when the man bowed. It didn’t make her happy to be introduced as Julian’s concubine, but there was no choice to be made, at least for now. <br/><br/>Hearing Lord Navarez’s reaction to her name made Manuela blink a few times and take a step back. She would have retreated back into the garden had she not heard her mother’s name. Taking a few steps forward, the young woman frowned. Instead of looking at the paper, she looked at Julian, then at Lord Navarez.<br/><br/>“Is it possible for a daughter to not recognize her mother’s name?”, she murmured, softly. “I do not understand”, the woman continued. “Was my mother a relative to this man?”, Manuela asked, trying to make sense of why her mother’s name would be in those papers, the papers of a man she had never met, and never heard about from Carlota.</div>