Margarita looked through her window at the carriage that was slowly driving out of the duchy. Her beautiful blue eyes filled with hatred and her lovely face twisted with an ugly sinister look. Her beautiful room was shrouded with a stifling gloom. Her maid, Daisy flinched and trembled as she looked at her master's back, accidentally breaking the beautifully crafted porcelain vase that she was cleaning. The vase shattered with a sharp shrilling sound that immediately broke the intense atmosphere in the room. Daisy immediately kneeled on the floor as she trembled with dread. Margarita turned around with a sweet smile, the previously twisted look was nowhere to be seen. She looked at the trembling maid, her smile even brighter than before. She walked towards her maid, stopping before the maid, she looked down at the kneeling maid like a curious child. With a tone of a harmless child she said"It's Ok Daisy it's just a vase, you don't have to kneel" The maid trembled even more as she heard her master's forgiving words. "I...I am sor..sorry my lady.." She could not helped the panic that surged out of heart. She did not want to end up like the various servants whose lives were snatched by this seemingly young girl. The smile on Margarita vanished and her expression turned vicious as she looked at her servant"Useless b*tch"she spat out. Daisy quivered even more vigorously, cold sweat broke out at her back as she wished she could run out of the room immediately. Margarita's face twisted in disgust as she looked at the scared maid"Get out" , she waved the maid out. If it was any other day she would have punished the maid but she had better things to do for now. As she turned away she remembered the indifferent look of her sister gazing at her like she was some clown and her hand clenched into a fist as she threw a hateful look towards the window. 'Just you wait.'
------------Somewhere at the market---------------
"Master, the House of Della Rovere is not very far from this place so why are we the ones cleaning the 'waste' here." The man with the grey cloak said with a voice of obvious dissatisfaction looking at the man who was in a dark black cloak. It was obvious that the black cloak man was the master while he was the subordinate. The man gave no answer and continued walking as if he had never heard anything. They turned towards a narrow road with few people and continued walking. Various clinking and hammering sounds were heard along the road as the area was filled with various weaponsmith. It was a place where people with almost no divine power or magic and knights came to hangout or choose a weapon of their choice.
The two men entered a small looking shop where various weapons were displayed at the walls and glass boxes along the walls. They were surprised to see two more persons other than the owner of the shop and that too two girls at that.