Chapter 5

Book I: Chapter 5

She was soaked in that joy only for a while. She quickly hid herself because she was worried that she might look suspicious for wandering around without any reason.

The grate doors, which seemed unlikely to ever open, opened and let the carriage inside. The carriage drove into the garden and stopped right in front of the magnificent mansion. The mansion looked so large and majestic that it could not be even compared to the Mackenzie house.

Maybe he was expecting Edwin’s visit, Marquis Ritchie Cornell had personally come out of the mansion and was waiting for him.

Soon the carriage door opened, and a tall man got out of it. Because she was far away from him, she couldn’t see his face properly. But she could tell who it was without even having to check.

The time it took for him to follow the Marquis into the mansion was really short, but Harrieta was content with that alone. It felt like welcoming rain on a dry land after a very long drought.

“Harrieta, I’m really worried about you. I’m truly scared of the feelings of loss and pain that you will have to endure when you finally realize that you and him cannot be together.”

Lillian said to Harrieta, who was lost in her memories. She was genuinely worried about Harrieta. Lillian had tried her best to advise her not to fall in love with him, but seeing that she refused to listen, she gave up a long time ago. She just wished her niece wouldn’t get seriously hurt.

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Harrieta tilted her head. It was a strange postscript and she couldn’t figure out what it meant. There were dense ink stains on the paper which indicated that the person who wrote it had put force in the pen at several places, as if hesitating to write several times.

Harrieta couldn’t even guess what strange story Lillian was talking about. Philioche was a very small town with a population of less than five hundred people, and the capital city was…

Of course, it was located far away from the countryside, so getting any news from the capital was quite rare.

Most of the people here didn’t even know how old the current king was or how many wives or children he had. Other villagers would be surprised to hear this, but at least it wasn’t strange here.

Suddenly

“Sister!”

A boy entered through the slightly opened door. Just like Harrieta, he too had auburn hair. He was a child who had not yet undergone puberty.

“Hugo! How many times have I told you to knock first before entering the room?”

“Why should I knock when it’s just my sister and me? Were you doing something fun behind my back?”

Hugo, the youngest son of the Mackenzie family and also Harrieta’s younger brother, asked with sparkling eyes filled with mischief. With his childish voice, he tried to speak like an old man that didn’t match his age.

“By the way, what is that?”

Hugo pointed to the letter in Harrieta’s hand and asked. Harrieta shrugged,

“A letter from Aunt Lillian. Would you like to read it too?”

“No, I don’t want to. It must be similar to the 12 letters you received the other day.”

“Well……that’s right.”

Harrieta readily admitted. She folded the letters one by one and put them in the table drawer.

“By the way, what brings you here?”

“Oh, right! Sister, didn’t you say you would teach me how to ride a horse without a saddle?”

‘I did?’

Harrieta tried to search her memory.