"Oh dear, that lovely child. She must be so comfortable, don't you think, Jarr?" Duchess Brione's soft voice pierced the quiet, her delicate smile radiating an air of grace as she glanced up at the man standing nearby. His attention had been fixed on her, as it often was.
"Of course, Duchess Brione." Jarr bowed low, his tone filled with deference. "The castle must be treating her well."
Brione chuckled softly, her eyes drifting back to the letter in her hands. "She said she is starting to like her husband. Silly girl. Was she not the pessimistic child, the very one now so taken with him?" She mused aloud, flipping through the other envelopes on her ornate desk.
"As always, My Lady, it seems you are correct," Jarr responded, bowing once again.
"Aren't you always on my side, Jarr?" Brione's voice was playful as she waved him away. "You may go now."
