The weather, today, isn't warm at all. There's this icy wind that freezes my bones, and the clouds are hiding the sun. Maybe, it will rain.
After strolling in the garden for the whole evening, I walk to the Duke's study, in search of someone that can help me.
Luckily, I meet Pericle in the hallway.
«Do you have some time?» I ask him.
«Of course, your grace. What can I help you with?»
«I'm supposed to actively participate in social events. What does it entail, exactly? How much would be satisfactory for my role?»
He blinks, surprised, and I roll my eyes. What did he expect me to ask? These damn noblewomen only talk about dresses and tea parties.
«The other Duchesses have gatherings twice a month,» he starts, holding his chin in a hand while thinking. «I suppose you don't have to organise something weekly, as most noblewomen do.»
«So, the more they're important, the less they strain themselves by organising parties.»
