"My word! It is hot!"

Marguerite, the Duchess of Devonshire, huffed as she reluctantly stepped off the luxurious velvet-lined carriage. As she slowly and cautiously made her way to the small picturesque farm her husband had chosen for her to spend next month of the summer

You, had accompanied along as her royal servant. She couldn't help but let out a loud groan at the sun and looked around for shades to rest her feets

"What is all this dirt? Even the air is…unbearable as animal filth!"