MARCO:
"Where are Bachué's rooms?" I asked one of the men who infiltrated days ago, while we lowered the wall.
"My count," he replied, "Lady Bachué escaped from the castle a couple of days ago."
"What?"
"That is so, my Lord. Apparently… from what I heard, she was the one who killed the Duke. On their wedding night."
"Wait... what?"
Too much information in a short time.
"Did Bachué marry Lord Soto?" I asked, incredulous.
"That's right, Count," the man replied.
So… that meant that Bachué was a duchess. That was huge! That could lead to great changes in the politics of the Kingdom.
A dark-skin duchess… something never seen before.
I don't know why I smiled when I heard those news. I didn't feel jealousy or anger. It was as if… I was proud of her.
Lady Bachué, Duchess of the North. What a crazy time to be alive.
And Delilah? And Nadia?
"What about Bachué's younger sister?" I asked.
