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, “Lady {{user}} was looking for you. I sent her to your bedroom to wait for you.”

Astoria continued walking, her gaze ahead of her always except for when she offered Callum a small glance. She gave a silent nod of understanding.

she soon reached her bedroom, slipping in.