"My Lady, the weather is always cold in Broughton. I will bring you thick clothing," a servant said while preparing Helena's garments and supplies.
"I want to arrive in Broughton quickly. Don't bring too many things that will burden my horse," Helena told the servant.
"But, it will be cold there, My Lady," the servant protested. "What if you can't find high-quality winter clothing there?"
Helena glared at the servant, irritated. "So, do you think Broughton is such a wretched place? Are you concerned that I won't find good clothing there?"
"My Lady, what if you fall ill on the way? Wouldn't a carriage be better?" the servant pleaded.
Helena didn't respond. "Just one set of winter clothing, nothing more. I will go by horse to get there faster."
That's all Helena said without bargaining. She then went to her workspace to prepare what she needed for work.
Shortly after, Eric entered the room with Ethan.
"My Lady—"
"Get out of my room!" Helena snapped, startling both men.
