CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
Rain was not allowed the luxury to rest or to relax, she was moved from one place to another, the maids washed her, bathed her and purified her for the grand wedding ceremony for tomorrow.
"Good morning, My lady," Marine said as she waltz into the room, holding a tray filled with fruits, according to the custom of the duke, a bride on the day before the wedding, should be fed with fruits that was plucked in that morning. The only thing they had fed her with was fresh fruits. She sighed briefly again. "I brought you some berries, straight from the farm."
Marine's eyes darted to the maid that was in the corner, instead of helping the other maids to wash the princess' feet, she was looking through the room.
