072:- A Recluse's Estate

Luka was sighing by the fireplace when a gentle knock came from the door. The only person who showed themselves before him was Attica, so he already knew who it was.

"Come in," He invited, welcoming the interruption. 

It was practically impossible for whatever his housekeeper had to say to be worse than his current predicament.

He noted that she had snow on her as she walked in, a frown on his face at the sight of it. "Is there trouble?"

"In a manner of speaking, Your Grace," Attica reported with a hint of disapproval, "His Highness, the Crown Prince, is at the gates seeking shelter from the snowstorm."

Attica was well-versed in the gossip from the castle, however, she only indulged in those that revolved around her master, so she didn't have a favorable view of the Royal Family, even the young Prince Alessio.

Her opinion of His Grace was well and wholly biased, and she was firm and stern in it.