"What's for breakfast? "
She breathed out, touching the glass mirror as her eyes linger on the sight before her.
"The cook has prepared grilled steak from oxens, veal cutlets, and fried escalopes. Cod and herring imported from the North would be feasted upon the arrival of supper, Your Grace. "
The red head caresses the golden locks falling into place. Framing her heart shaped face that stared back at her with confusion and astonishment written all over it.
'MY face that's filled with confusion and astonishment. '
"Is that so? That sounds delicious. Till now all I've eaten are pancakes my mother leaves me. And burgers which I usually vomit back after eating. "
"Burgers? Vomit? Are your meals unsatisfactory, Duchess Emelda? "
"Well, yes. But no on is to blame except me. I decide to starve myself in hopes of becoming thinner. "
"Is that so...but you're already so thin! "
A light chuckle escape the blonde belle. Taking the maid by suprise as her eyes widen in enchantment before returning to their signature dull look.
"I forgot to ask, what's your name again? "
'Emelda' asks her. Avoiding eye contact from the red haired maiden. The blonde figured that it must be weird for her to be asking her name when it seemed that her and the former Duchess have a close relationship.
"It's Lindy, Your Grace." The maid replied nonchalantly.
"Ahh, Lindy," Her name rolled off her tongue like sweet honey. A pleased look grace her face, eyes closed before fluttering them open. Only to look at those expressionless eyes again.
"Don't fret at what I'm about to do, alright?"
"Understood, Your Grace."
'Well, that was easy. ' The golden haired female thought, blinking her eyes a few times before pushing the chair back.
Lindy eyed her, confuse as she do so. A glint of anticipation flashes in her ocean green eyes.
Staring at the wall in front of her, she let out a sigh and -
BANG
Began throwing her head back and forth, forehead aching as it collided with the concrete wall.
"Y-your Grace! "
Lindy attempt to stop the raging female, a slight shriek at the edge of her voice. A hand, however, demanded her to stay put at where she's standing before she could even take a step forward.
"Don't come near me Lindy. I'm not mad. Just need to confirm something."
And she did it again. And again. And again until her forehead were tainted red, blood roll down the side of her head. The agony not bothering her a bit considering she experienced far worse than droplets of blood on top of her head.
"Okay. I'm definitely not dreaming right now."
She pointed out, a finger on her chin as she imitate the thinker.
"Your forehead is bleeding Your Grace!"
"Stop screaming Lindy, I'm perfectly fine. " Rolling her eyes, she drag out the last word. A grin plastered on her lips.
"This doesn't kill me so don't worry! "
"It's not that Your Grace..." Sighing, Lindy sat her down on the chair once again, patting her shoulders.
"You've been acting strange since you woke up Duchess Emelda. Is something bothering you? " Worry lace her voice. Fingers gracefully combing the golden locks, whilst the other hand stayed still on her shoulder.
"I'm fine Lindy.
Really.. "
The maid didn't feel reassured but she didn't pry any further.
"If that is what Her Grace says."
.
My forehead was patched by Lindy. After minutes of preparing, I was finally ready for breakfast. Despite the seemingly endless hallway ruining my appetite, I kept walking.
We soon came to a stop. Standing before the enormous double door as I try to reach the handle before Lindy beat me to it.
"You're late. " Came the reply that greet me as I take my first step inside the dining room.
"Am I? "
"Yes. Now take a seat for I have something important to discuss with you. "
The man with caramel skin tells me. His dark eyes boring holes at my blue ones.
It seemed that the word 'ugly' doesn't exist in this world.
Similar to his eyes, he had dark black hair and thick eyebrows. Sharp jawline akin to that of a knife, ears a bit pointy, and if you look close enough, he has a tiny mole sitting right below his nose.
You might be asking how I knew that.
Well, as I said, if you look close enough then you might not see it.
I am thoroughly inspecting the so - called 'Duke' as we speak. His face was both a mix of shock and embarrassment. A scowl gracing his features before angrily glaring at me.
"What are you doing Duchess Emelda. "
Voice rough and held authority in them. The statement making my palm sweat as I purse my lips shut before I could reply with something I'm bound to regret -
"I didn't know you were blind, Duke. "
"What."
'LMAO HIS EXPRESSION IS PRICELESS'
Suppressing the urge to laugh, I quickly fall back and wave my hand at him. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You look like you were about to kill me! "
Chuckling, I took my seat and threw him a playful smile. Coughing away the embarrassment of that dreadful claim I just made.
Which I got a spine-chilling glare as a reply.
"I dislike people who doesn't have any respect. You are a Duchess. Why are you acting like a child? "
The Duke scolded, eyes still piercing through the side of my cheek. I refuse to look at him in fear of getting my tongue cut off if I speak out of line again.
I've read stories where higher ranked nobles are permitted to torture - even kill a commoner with a flick of their finger.
"Correction, I just became a Duche -
The caramel skinned man raised his eyebrow at me, urging me to continue my assertion.
- Precisely! I AM a Duchess! And what I said was very disrespectful. I hope you forgive my ignorance, Your... Grace? "
"Hmm. You're acting quite strange today. I hope you didn't hit your head somewhere. "
He smugly remark. A satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hands were clasped together, head tilting a bit to the side as he eyed my movements.
"You appear different today as well. "
"I appear the same as usual, Your Grace. "
"Is that so."
"It is so. "
"...."
Well, that short conversation was indeed pleasant. My worry getting lesser every second. But still, my body remains rigid. I couldn't risk getting comfortable in a foreign land in which I knew nothing of.
"His Majesty sent us green roses. Do you know what that means? "
'Well duh, he's basically wishing us good health,'
Mentally rolling my eyes, I found the courage to look up at him, arching my brows to show him my confusion.
"I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea of what His Majesty means by sending us green roses. "
"He's basically telling us to have a child. His Majesty the Queen, is pregnant. I'm assuming he want a potential playmate (maybe a betrothed) for his unborn kid. "
The Duke heavily sigh. Breaking the distressing news to you.
"What?!"
.
"What do you mean you don't know me!?"
The unknown female cried dramatically. Holding on to the brown haired girl sitting comfortably on the sofa.
"I even bought you burgers! And - and! French fries! We're watching a movie today did you forget! "
"Movie? "