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It was midnight when a carriage came to a halt outside the grand mansion.
"At last, I've arrived home," Sebastian mused to himself.
He then dismounted his horse and marched straight into the house, leaving Maricela and Sandra behind, who waited for the duke to assist them in alighting, a courtesy that never came. Realizing the duke wouldn't appear, they had no choice but to descend and enter the mansion alone.
Sandra: "Mother, what's wrong with the duke?" she asked with disapproval.
Maricela: "Nothing, princess, perhaps he just misses his little brat. But fret not, no one will look down upon you while I'm here."
Sandra: "Of course, mother, that's why I love you."
Maricela: "You know, princess, I had heard of the duke's wealth but never imagined it was this much," she told her daughter while admiring the grand entry of the mansion.
Sandra: "At last, we’ll have the life we deserve, mom."
Maricela: "Certainly, my love, it shall be so, even if we must remove any obstacle in our path."
A sinister smile was exchanged between mother and daughter.
Upon entering the house, the two women were awestruck, their mouths agape; the home was as lit as if it were day. This was possible due to the rare and expensive light stones that filled the place. The gold trims in parts of the house did not go unnoticed either; indeed, they were fascinated by their new abode and had no regrets about seizing the opportunity.
Sebastian: "Rosita, kindly fetch my daughter. Tell her to come down; I require her presence."
Rosita: "But sir, the young lady is asleep."
Sebastian: "It does not matter, go get her," he insisted sternly.
Rosita, sensing the duke's anger, hastened to Sol's room. Normally, when the duke returned from his outings, Sol would wait at the entrance, but he always passed her by, scarcely acknowledging her presence, and besides, it was unusual for the duke to demand her presence at night.
Rosita: "It must be because of those women he brought along. The scoundrel couldn't wait until morning. My lady is asleep," she grumbled on her way to the room.
In Sol's room
Sol had fallen deep into slumber, especially after the day before when the seamstress delivered all the gowns and garments she had ordered. She loved everything and spent the day dressing and undressing. Some might wonder... so what? How is that tiring? However, even the most straightforward tasks were complicated in that era where zippers and the like were non-existent, making the process of changing quite laborious.
Afterward, she began to declutter her wardrobe, removing all those excessive clothing items, but not before stripping them of the precious stones they bore. She could sell these and perhaps start a business that would work in that era. She was not inclined to depend on the duke or a prospective arranged marriage as was customary.
She would marry because she understood that life expectancy wasn't long in that era, plus she had her sights, well, her thoughts on that crown prince of the empire – he was someone she truly deserved. Moreover, if the author of the book granted her a long life, she didn't wish to end up an old maid, tending to saints.
She dreamt of this prince, envisioning him as she recalled from Sol's memories – a tall, handsome man with white hair and a stunning physique, though that was her imagination since the details were vague.
Suddenly, the prince's gaze met hers, entrancing him with her beauty. Without hesitation, he approached, pulled her close by the waist, and lifted her chin to look her in the eyes.
He observed her face, from her eyes to her lips, which she could not help but moisten in anticipation of what was to come. His face drew nearer to hers when she heard,
"Wake up, the duke demands your presence."
Ah! She opened her eyes to see Rosita, who laughed and said, "Surprise, my lady, haha!"
A scream emanated from the room, followed by a thud and another shriek.
Sol had bolted upright, screaming, while Rosita, being too close, suffered an accidental headbutt that sent her sprawling and screaming from both the blow and the fall.
Sol: "Ow, that hurts," rubbing her head, "Rosita, how could you ruin my first kiss?"
Rosita: "Your head is quite hard, Sol," she said, getting up and rubbing her forehead.
At that moment, the duke entered with his sword drawn, searching for an intruder.
Sebastian: "What happened? Are you alright, daughter?"
Sol: "Daughter! Oh, yes, I'm fine, just startled when Rosita woke me."
He sheathed his sword and approached the bed, embracing Sol.
Sol's thoughts:
What's gotten into him? Maybe he hit his head and lost his memory. And he ruined my drama; I had hoped the scene from my vision would unfold, but I was going to really let that wench have it.
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