Astoria made her way down the hall, shoes clacking against the marble floor. She was on her way to her bedroom, looking to prepare for bed.

“Duchess Lancaster,” Callum, the head servant, called, walking up beside her, “Is it alright if I speak with you for just a moment?"

Astoria stopped walking, letting out a soft sigh. She gave a silent nod, turning to face Callum.

"Yes, what is it?" She sighed, crossing her arms.