Lady Sophia

Chapter IV

Sophia's POV

I woke up.

I wish I could say that, but I didn't sleep at all. 

 Most female leads in stories related to transmigration have time to process everything, they wake up, have breakfast, some tea, and then start thinking. I had an unfortunate situation where I didn't have even a deck of time to rest without feeling attacked. And between everything, I had to remember everything about the story.

 The first two weeks had been torture, traveling in an uncomfortable carriage with an even more uncomfortable girl. Then, yesterday, I suffered at least three panic attacks in less than ten hours. So, no. I had no time to sit, remember everything, and write it down. After the duke had come to my room I decided to write everything down, in another language that is.

Between English and Spanish, I wrote at least three pages worth of information about the story. Unfortunately, most of that is useless now that it has ended, though some bits of data can help me understand the situation right now. One of them is the fact that Sophia's death was never written, which is now in my favor.

I stood up from the desk and walked around the room. The sunlight came in from the windows and started missing the electricity. Last night I had to search for a candle every time it burned. If I had a lamp... ugh.

I sighed and looked at the door. Last night the Duke had come to my room. He acted like he was a knight, but I guess he's not used to being in a lower position than others. And he didn't know a knight should call me madame. Also, he gave his true name. I'm starting to wonder if he's as scary and vicious as everyone makes him to be.

I called Lia to help me get dressed. I would do it myself if it wasn't hard. There's a lot of strings and knots you need to make. She also helped me with my hair. I glanced at Lia's reflection.

"Where's Yera?" Lia's deep blue eyes looked at me anxiously.

"She's.... She's been called to the kitchen today!" She answered, finishing my makeup. When did she even start?

I nodded at her answer. Seems like Yera decided to skip work today. I smiled at Lia, assuring her that she was not in trouble. "I see~ I'll have to talk to Martha about this, though." I teased her and she was startled. "I'm just joking, I'm sure she had her reasons," I said getting up and patting her shoulder. She smiled at me, grateful. I stared at the door intensely. That guy last night was tall. I remember only being able to see his shoulder at the wedding, too scared to face him. Or face reality.

I glanced at Lia who was picking up some makeup that fell under the dressing table. "At this hour... where do you think his grace would be?" I asked. Lia peeked at me, confused, and smiled. "His Grace would probably be in his office, madam." She said, picking up a lipstick.

I nodded."Where's the Duke's office?" I asked and Lia hit her head on the dressing table, startled. "Uh... are you okay?" I asked and she nodded rubbing her head with her hand. 

"um... Is there something worrying you, your Grace?" She looked at me, concerned. I smiled and shook my head.

"I just need to talk about our marriage. Is something normal when it's an arranged marriage, you see..." I smiled at her and she nodded, a little bit of sympathy in her eyes. "I'll guide you, madam."

Lia opened the door and Evan was outside, waiting for us.

"Good morning, sir Hills" I greeted him and he returned the greeting with a bow. We walked for at least 3 minutes and went up some stairs. Then stopped at the first door at the right. She bowed and smiled at me. "Here's his Grace's office," she now seemed calmer. I was going to knock when Sir Hills talked.