Lady Estelle, with her daughter in tow, bowed slightly, her voice frail and low, "We are aware that this manor no longer belongs to us, but we have no way to leave. Please, sir, allow us to reside here. We do not ask for much, just a room to shelter us from the wind and rain. Even the stables will do. We are willing to serve you in the capacity of servants."
She had grown weary of a life dominated and enslaved by others, yet she had no choice but to accept her fate once more, hoping only that this time, their luck might change for the better, and they would meet a kind master. But she dared not hope too much, for the Goddess of Luck had never paid them any attention - not once.
The brutality and capriciousness of Duke Kolonfer had worn her down completely. For her own survival and that of her daughter's, she had been so lowly, as low as the dirt itself.
