|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“Everything is settled, Your Grace,”
“Then you are free to go. Prepare everything we need for Madrid tomorrow,” I said to Matias.
“As you wish, Your Grace,” then Matias left inside the office.
I heaved a deep sigh when I was finally left alone inside my room. I rested my back on my seat and shut my eyes close as I massaged my temples for a growing headache.
Finally, everything is settled.
I was not surprised the moment I came back to Alcazar three days ago, the piled-up work I left had greeted me. I was thankful to Juaquin since he had handled some of the paper works and council-related works for me. But the finalization for everything Juaquin has started will always be left for the head of this household.
Work after work.
I should not complain about
