Chapter 83: Ashwood duchy
Ashwood was the closest dutchie to the capital and just a day’s journey away. The duke and duchess were waiting for the royal entourage at their doors. The carriage stopped, and the door opened; Abrielle was expecting Cedric to open the door to her, but to her dismay, he didn’t.
She was assisted off the carriage by Elias, and she sensed the fact he was mad at her, as Alfonso said but she didn’t do anything. Honestly, Abrielle was lost in ideals with the ridiculous quest that was given her.
At least she found the hermit witch, but the system hasn’t notified her completely of her task. This was frustrating. "The princess is as beautiful as they say." The Duchess of Ashwood praised with a soft smile as soon as she saw Abrielle step down from the carriage.
In all sincerity, Abrielle was good-looking with lovely ginger hair that looked like gold under the lights and those sparkling sapphire eyes that gave her an innocent appeal.
She might have been described as a vicious woman, but on the surface, she had a tender and fragile look that made it seem like anything could snap her.
The Ashwood couple were talking to Alfonso and Cedric, who arrived on horseback; Cedric glanced at Abrielle and how she dazzled under the soft moonlight.
She turned back to the Duke without making any compliments. "We had a long journey and were hoping for a well-rested night." He informed the Duke.
"Yes, Your Highness, a sumptuous feast has already been prepared in the dining room. " The Duke quickly said, leading Cedric inside. The Duke was in his forties and looked like how you would envision a noble.
A bit bald, round stomach and a bit below 6 feet. Standing next to Cedric, who had a towering height of 6’8", was a bit hilarious.