"We're here," the coachman pulled the lead rope and I could feel a soft bump before the carriage stopping completely. It was already around three pm when I arrived at the Grand Duchy.
The Grand Duchy stayed the same after two years. The fresh scent of flowers lingered in your nose, the lush gardens surrounding the duchy, the white castle that looked very dreamy. Nothing changed.
"You're finally back. Go wash yourself and return to your room," I heard someone from behind me. This familiar voice had me jolted.
"Ah, Anne, I--I mean, ma'am! Yes!" I blurted.
"You're still as incompetent," Anne said bluntly. However, her face pasted a small smile, "All serfs are having party in Grand Duchy's farm nearby. Today is Young Lord's birthday, so everyone should rejoice," Anne said.
