The Lost Lady [ON HOLD]

Chapter Two: Slumber

On the way to the barren land, one could hear the hoofbeats of the carriage being dragged by two brown-colored horses.

The carriage could be seen as an Official carriage. An Official carriage could only be owned by an official of His Majesty or their family. It has a golden crest with two feathers - one was emerald in color, and the other one is red. Both feathers were drawn across each other.

That was a crest representing the Alyxzandryte Kingdom, one of the six kingdoms in the Blue Diamond Continent.

Inside the stately carriage, an old woman and a middle-aged servant were sitting across one another.

The servant, wearing plain gray servant clothes, was sweating profusely. She stuttered, "Madame, we should perhaps go back - if the Lord knows that we have stolen his carriage...we will be done for!" the servant exclaimed with anxiety.

"Hush! My son only knows so little when to come back! He better be not so against me using his carriage," the old woman looked up, frowning at the servant, "He will only nag at me at worst, so you better shut up!" the old woman hissed at the old servant.

The servant could only wipe her sweat away and pray that everything will be alright.

The old Madame continued looking up at the road ahead. With her heart beating loudly, filled with anticipation and hope, she could only grip the pink handkerchief on her hands until it became tattered and ragged.

When the servant saw it, her anxiety immediately hit a critical point.

"Madame! Please calm yourself down!" she threw herself on her knees at the old Madame's feet, "You can't be like this again, Madame!" she pleaded with all her might.

The old Madame glared at her, "What are you talking about?! She's here, she's already here, I know and... I'm sure of it!" the old Madame spoke. Her eyes were widened, and her voice was hoarse and high-pitched in sound.

"Madame... Young lady... The young lady is already dead..." the servant cried helplessly.

"You better shut your mouth, or I'll throw you out of the carriage if you keep on talking nonsense!" the Madame shouted, frightening the old servant.

The servant instantly shut her mouth. She was not afraid to be thrown out of the carriage but somewhat afraid that her old Madame would be alone if she would be gone.

She could only hold herself and be prepared for what was to come.

It had always been like this, precisely twenty years ago.

Her Madame would usually go to the old vacation house. Despite everything that happened in that place, she just kept on returning.

Looking up to her Madame, the servant couldn't help but notice the Madame's hair in its full gray, with a wrinkled face and pale complexion. She had already been this old since the tragedy that has struck her family. Madame's health has also declined rapidly since then.

From time to time, the Madame continued to insist on visiting the old vacation house of the family.

She kept on doing it in the hope of finding someone. She believed that that person would eventually return one day.

Even before the tragedy, the servant, who has always been accompanying the Madame, could only swallow her thoughts.

She would like to shake the Madame and wake her up from this delusion, but she couldn't do it. She knew it herself that it was the only thread of hope that kept the Madame alive despite everything.

"We've arrived, Madame Ranze," the driver abruptly spoke as the carriage finally put to a halt.

The servant walked out from the carriage and extended her hand to help Madame get off from it.