“Candle, slow down.” Amelia raised her hand as a gesture and the polar bear’s sprint slowed down to a leisurely walk.
Horses and Knights trotted behind them as a carriage carrying two girls were being escorted by the entourage. Among the escorts, was a tall slender brown skinned young woman, who's hair was tied in a long tail and she was clad in lightweight leather armor with a sword strapped to her side.
“My Lady!” Called the girl from an open window of the carriage. “Shall you really be outside, straddled on a horse, whilst we enjoy a silent time in the luxury of this cart?”
“Relax, Teresa.” Replied Alejandra. “Must you worry over some needless thoughts? I quite enjoy the outside air and I’d been meaning to freshen up my horse riding skills.”
“My Lady…” said she, the poor maid, as she defeatedly laid her back onto the carriage seat.
“She seems peppy?” Wondered the second girl in the cabin of the carriage. “Is there something waiting for us at the end of the road?”
“Quite so.” Teresa shrugged. “We're heading to the Northern Capital after all and not only that—Lady Alejandra will be having her training under the Duchess from today onwards.”
“I’m worried.”
“Are you?”
“The Duchess seems scary.”
“I guess so.” Teresa smiled. “You don't have to worry, however, Our Lady has been through a lot. There's nothing she can't push through.”
The other maid, Sydney, smiled and before long the carriage had come to a stop.
The horses neighed and Candle released a satisfied grumble as Amelia slid down his side. She then walked up to the front of the gate as soldiers dressed head to toe in marble like armor.
They marched and saluted as the Duchess stood over them . “Welcoming the arrival of Her Grace, Amelia Azarolla, back to Nieve.” A man who stood out among the rest knelt down in front of her.
“Sir Arthur, it is a pleasure to see you again.” She raised her hand and the knight clasped and kissed her knuckles. “Has the state been well?”
“The ingrates who dare thread upon the will of the citizens have been dealt with, Your Grace.”,
“Excellent.” She smiled as she crossed her arms. “Reimburse the affected, and take all the valuables of those criminals, make use of whatever's left.”
“Understood.”
“Oh, and Alejandra—” The Duchess turned to face the Lady, who skillfully slid off the back of her horse, “I will have one of my guards escort you to your room, would that be okay?”
Alejandra faltered for a moment and hesitated. “Where will you be going, Your Grace?” The niece expected to at least spend more time with her aunt before she’s inevitably sent for a harsh training.
“I have some fairly important business to attend to.” Her eyes wandered off towards the castle. “Hana will arrive soon with her own set of knights—if you need anything, come to her.”
“As you wish, Your Grace.” Alejandra curtsied as the Duchess was handed over a fancy looking white coat with its collar draped in fancy black fur. It had the Silver Wolf, the sigil of the Azarolla House, engraved in its back. She waved the coat like a cloak, leaped off the ground, and on Candle’s back. With a slight tug on the reins, the polar bear ran in surprising speed towards the Castle.
Arthur, the seemingly head of the Azarolla Knights, placed his fist in his chest and bowed as a sign of respect. “May the Gold of Tiger be plenty.” Alejandra blinked—that was a considerably relic way to greet someone of Eastern descent.
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Just Let Me Be The Grand Duchess! (SECOND SEASON)
FantasyLady Alejandra Ramirez was not prepared to be saved by the Red Witch of the underworld, and to add to all of that mow the Crown Prince wants to marry her. She's now pulled into a scheme the likes of which are much bigger than she could have ever tho...
