I looked outside the window of the carriage as some soldiers escorted me back to our manor. I managed a faint smile. It had been two years since I last saw my Father. Francua has not changed much since I last saw it. The trees looked the same, even the road back home. I inhaled the scent of my freedom from Beckforth. But frowned after reminding myself that I am stuck in Francua as per Jacob's letter.
I sighed. Better in Francua than in Beckforth. The northern gate leading to our manor was opened. I could hear my heart beating. The last time I heard from Father was his letter to Prince Eric and that he was still happy about our engagement. What if he still feels the same? I hope my letter to the Queen clarified all Prince Eric's intentions. But, I have yet to know because the Queen requested my presence for the next day not immediately.
