"Your Grace, this preparation was made, indeed, for your glamorous return." Iris took a step back and gestured a bow.
Nathalie stood from her seat. "Very well, to the dining hall, we shall go."
Keith was quick on his feet as he opened the door for her. But she was quick to catch how he was somehow uncomfortable to her.
So much she wanted to know, her stomach began to grumble, and food was the priority.
Afterwhich, Nathalie took a strut down the hallway with both of them behind her. While at it, she peered sideways and the large arrays of structured glass now enameled with frost. None could be seen beyond the harsh blizzard that obscured the view.
'I'm in this mansion, no, a castle, packed with snow. Surprisingly, this seemed like the same interior design as mine.'
She would spend her winter back at her mansion no different from this. It was a cozy time to spend and lurked within the library to write aside from the duties she had to take as a student and author.
