Narration in the third person.
The trip to the capital took about 6 hours, hours that Miryam used to sleep until the Grand Duke woke her up by shaking her a little. "Excuse me for waking you up, we're about to arrive, by the way... I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Albert Rosevelt Devi Blouse. What's your name, little one?" that last name was going through Miryam's head until she found it, but it couldn't be, Blouse is the last name of the imperial family, she never knew that the Rosevelts had it, so probably the whole Rosevelt family was of royal lineage, no, just the Archduke since his stepchildren only have the last name, but... there was another thing that sounded familiar to him. Devi? She has the impression of having met someone with that last name, Miryam came to her senses after slowly noticing a hand swinging in front of her.
What was her mother's last name? she did not remember, they are details that she never noticed, she only knew that her name was Miryam. "My name is Miryam" she said, she turned her head sharply and looked through the carriage window, she had forgotten how beautiful the territory of Lisbon was... this is a medium-sized town just 20 minutes from what really is the capital from Arcadia and the Empire itself, he knows only the academy since he never left it in the time he was inside the empire.
The Grand Duke frowned. “And your last name?” he asked, to which Miryam denied. “Don't you have any?” she stated. "Impossible, you must have a last name... perhaps they didn't make it known to you being that you are... forget it" silence occupied the space for a few minutes until they finally sighted the huge gate that protected the Rosevelt mansion,
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Melilah was having tea with her daughter Aristia, when her lady-in-waiting Susie de ella rushed in. "Grand Duchess, her Grace has returned from the countryside." The Grand Duchess took one last sip of her tea and stood up.
—Let's welcome your father— Melilah didn't take long to reach the main entrance and she had done it just in time, just a minute apart her husband crossed the big gate.
"Honey!" He approached slowly, kissed her and hugged her, just at that moment a small detail did not go unnoticed.
"Welcome honey, did you buy it?" don't you think she's too small, she won't be of much help...” a rough hand sealed his lips.
—This is Miryam, she will stay with us, she is not a slave— What? Had he gone mad? Wasn't she a slave? By God, if all those filthy blacks are nothing more than slaves, they are not human beings, they are more like animals... that was what went through Melilah Rosevelt's head.
—Ah... I see— Melilah approached curiously to analyze the little vermin and was perplexed by the emerald green of her eyes. How could that be possible? a black slave with green eyes? Only royalty have eyes of such magnitude? maybe she... No, it's impossible, there's no way the probability is that high. "Hey you... What cattle farm did you run from?" Miryam feigned fear and ran after the Grand Duke, so once again your Melilah Rosevelt... this time I'll make you my most important piece to start off on the right foot.