Chapter 446: A Summoning By The Royal Decree
A fragrant scent pervaded the parlour as the vases of roses from the garden were being sorted. It had been snowing since early morning, and the plants were brought in to protect them from the frost.
"Ahh! How nice it is to have such a pleasant smell in these peaceful surroundings!" Anryr said, inhaling deeply. "How I wish this tranquillity would last until His Highness returns with no more issues in the mansion!"
Rosalie, nearby and overseeing the servants arranging the vases, chuckled. "I thought I heard someone complaining not too long ago that this mansion was too quiet and boring when His Highness and the knights were on duty or at the duchy."
Anryr shot her a sidelong glance. "You know well that their stay this time is different. It has never been so chaotic as it is now."
"I must say, it’s kind of exciting! Our healer got married to a prestigious clan, three of the knights are married too, and above all, His Highness finally has a spouse. Lady Raychard is such a good match for him!"
"Haa... you disliked her back then!" Anryr teased.
"That was before I knew her! Now, I’m so thankful that His Highness chose her over all the other women. Soon, she’ll be our Grand Duchess!" Rosalie beamed.
"I’m happy for that, too. But seriously, the knights’ visit this time nearly gives me a heart attack! I’m on edge every time something occurs. Nothing like this has happened before! Arguments, fights, duels, elopement, and even the recent explosion! How could I not be anxious?" the steward mumbled.
"Oh, come on! Bad things don’t happen without a reason. Look on the bright side. Sir Brooks has reconciled with the rest, and most of them are happily married. They are young and in their prime. I can feel love in the air every time I look at them." The chief maid smiled.
"That love nearly ruined the mansion, you know! I never thought Mrs. Amares could be that terrible at cooking!" Anryr retorted.
After the explosion incident, the steward’s nagging began and continued for more than three days, grating on the nerves of the Knights of Gerhard like a persistent mosquito buzzing in the night.