|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Welcome home, your grace,” Juaquin greeted when the door of the carriage opened. I looked at him for a while before I accepted Matias’ hand. I held it tightly as I got down the carriage.
“Any news while I was away, Juaquin?” I asked Juaquin as soon as my feet settled on the pebbled ground.
Juaquin dropped his head low before meeting my gaze.
“Your usual concerns about the council, your grace,”
I exhaled a loud breath upon hearing that. I was actually expecting that news but I was also anticipating that none of those ‘usual’ concerns would greet me when I got back. But does being away for only three days means drastic change on the political concerns of the palace?
Of course, not. What’s new, right?
I ignored the upcoming problem that I might en
