WARNING: smut content.
The woman is skinny. Her face is solemn, and her hair is tied up in a stern bun. All about her speaks of order and discipline.
She analyses me from tip to toe, and I stare back at her coldly.
I don't know who she is, so I have no clue if I have to be the first to greet her. However, I'm the Lady of this place. It's unlikely that there is anyone higher than me, except for Alexander.
«Countess,» the maid at my side exclaims and bows. Oh, so it's a countess.
She looks at her briefly and then returns to me.
«Is this your new Lady?» the woman inquires.
She's older than me, so I can accept that she doesn't greet me properly. However, I need a very valid reason for her to treat me this harshly.
«Where is Xander?»
Xander? Is he part of my Duke's family? He told me he didn't have any other relative aside for the Princess! Did he lie to make me feel less disoriented?
