I received back a letter within a day. I guess mail systems work differently for nobility, or at least someone as high up as heir to the duke. He told me it would take a bit of time to set up everything, but that he would send a carriage to pick us up within a month. The ink seemed to smear in some places, as though he had been a bit rushed in writing this. I hoped he wasn't overworked for whatever reason.
I didn't ask why Gus wasn't more excited about getting an upgrade in the world. I think the reason was obvious. Didn't mean I agreed with his reasoning or thought he wasn't stupid. But I'd like to think I was learning by not getting involved with his moodiness, teenage sprung or otherwise.
The regulars somehow heard through the either and were appalled.
"You can't become a duke's wife, Lil', what would we do without you?" said the older man with the three daughters.
"I don't know, get your own booze from the bar," I said dryly.