Seven years ago, in the land of Grimsbanne, a procession of carriages made their long, arduous journey towards the Duke's mansion. It was yet another time of the year where nobles made a parade to gather at the esteemed estate of the Duke.
"Woah…" the 17-year-old Lilou awed, watching the lavish carriages crested with the nobility's insignias. She held her dirty hands closer to her chest, tiptoeing, hoping to see the nobles despite the crowd before her.
'It's the time of the year again,' she murmured internally, glimpsing quick at the nobility inside the carriages. 'They really look so… out of reach.' She frowned as she squeezed through the crowd.
She had been busy helping in the field that it was her first time in many years she watched this 'parade'. It was actually nothing, really, but Lilou thought about the children who were left on the farm who believed this was akin to a festival.
