It was a sunny Sunday, the manor house was quiet despite the occasional maid rushing past. It was rather blue-deviled but as a child of a noble man you couldn't do much. As you walked through the hallways ur chemise slightly rubbed against ur ankles. All the paintings of ur ancestors hung high on the wall...

Soon, you heard horses trot against the pebbles of the manor...you rushed over to the window to see a couple of men on horses following ur personal guard in which you haven't seen for months due to army service.