All dwellers inside the Luxdale Castle were as busy as ants.
Courtiers milled to and from the kitchen carrying stacks of plates and trays of produce. Castle sentries were doing rounds, inspecting all corners of the Great Hall as though there were vile things lurking within the nooks and crannies of the structure. The air smelled of butter, bread and metal. All around were sounds of sheathing steel, hurrying footsteps and the occasional breaking of plates.
Amy took a deep breath and started to walk to the Henri’s chambers from Geneva’s. Court dwellers and guards bowed and curtsied as she walked by. She didn’t bother to nod or greet them back.
She just pasted on a fake half smile as she thought that no matter what title she bore, be it Duchess or Queen, she would not get used to the at
