Once I passed the long passage full of portraits, I reached a dark door that was opened by the maid. The cold wind welcomed us the moment we stepped out.
"If you want, you can stay here. I will come back soon." I told her as she started rubbing her arms.
"My lady is not so familiar with the place. How could I leave her alone." she replied in a determined tone, and I could only nod.
The winds howled more as we started walking as if they were angry that we had disturbed their tranquility. I rubbed my arms too as I walked towards the graveyard I have gone to this early morning, and I could not believe it was night already. One day has passed in this strange place and yet she is still here with not even a single plan to get out of this place.
She sat in front of her father's grave with complicated expressions.
"I want to talk to my father privately." she told the maid who was glued to her.
