When Reina Aurwood opened her eyes, everything was exactly as it was the day she had first arrived there.

“My Lady, please rest…,” her maids said.

“You are sick…”

The winds outside shook the windows, and the courtyard kept piling up with snow. She was still wearing an exotic dress, and surrounded by strange people.

Except now she knew exactly who those strangers were. One was a middle aged woman, who had taken care of her ever since she was young, and the other one had been working for her for two years. Natasha she was called.

She hesitated making eye contact with her, but Reina knew why. This “maid of the underworld” had accidentally poured a bowl of soup on her favorite bed sheet.

“If you can’t work properly, you should just leave!,” Reina Aurwood had then told her off in turn.

Nonetheless, the young servant looked worried at the moment.

“My Lady…,” she would mumble, looking at Reina, who looked as pale as the snow.

After all, Reina Aurwood never knew that she had a favorite bed sheet but it was apparently the southern yellow silk that her brother had gifted her. And that brother was not even Reigner who she met the day before but someone named Victor Aurwood! What on earth was going on?

Her vile cousin who had troubled her to no less extent while she lived! If he was also dead, that would have been fine, but as her brother! How on earth could she remember him as her brother!

She wanted to get up and leave, but that old man who had tended to her before, the one wearing a green robe appeared out of nowhere with his subordinates into the room, and had her sit. Naturally Reina now knew him as well.

“It is just some remnant weakness, My Lady…,” he started to explain, handing her a drink in the name of “rejuvenation” that made her puke from the moment she sniffed it.

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“You had the seasonal flu that makes most northerners weak in their knees, but there is no need to worry, My Lady .,” he assured her, “You will be fully fine in a matter of a few days.”

This old man was the palace doctor, who had taken care of her every time she had gotten ill, but she had never seen him-really- not once in her entire life.

Neither had see ever seen or noticed the old maid who cleaned the hall that she passed by in a stroll, but she had apparently had her reprimanded for not cleaning the corridors properly. They got her crystal embellished heels dirty, she had said. A tinge of pink flush appeared out of nowhere on Reina's face the moment she stopped to look at her shoes out of reflex; the old lady, who was cleaning the hall even if it was squeaky clean already, flinched and almost spilled the bucket of water in front of her.

Yes, Reina Aurwood had also ordered that she clean the hallway every three hours. And that the old lady had heeded; it was her sole job.

She even knew the maids who gossiped about her. They had ruined a lot of the dresses she had got from the capital, she thought. A few of them she recalled vividly as the ones who did not do her dress right at some ball in some Spring Resort.

Not to mention she even recognized some man servants, some guards, and this person called “Sir Clement” who she met quite accidentally in one of the hallways.

“My Lady,” he bowed to her the moment he saw her . Reina Aurwood could not help but notice the remnants of snow on his shoulders and hair. Had he come all the way to the castle in this hazardous weather, Reina thought?

“My Lady, I hear that you have become well as of late.,” he said, even though she looked paler than snow and was clearly sweating.

How was she supposed to reply to this again? Yes. She should just play along.

“Master Hem has said that there is nothing serious., ” she said.

She couldn't tell him the inside of her mind was ripping apart little by little with every step she took inside the grand castle. She felt like she was living with two minds – that was absolutely the sign of someone going crazy.

But suddenly she felt an immense pressure arising from the Leading Knight, The Commander of the Second Division of the Northern Force – she was not saying that- it just flowed into her head.

He carried himself with such intensity and looked at her eyes such that in no way she could take any word of his less seriously.

“Then I suppose, ” he said, giving away a ray of emotion that Reina Aurwood recognized immediately, “ You can attend attend to your duties now, My Lady…”

His eyes were the eyes of a man who was trying his best to keep in his disappointment and hatred.

It was as clear as day. This man thought of Reina Aurwood as a burden to humanity.