Princess Davina skimmed through stacks of papers and scrolls.
She governed a big part of the Duchy of Castillon, so there are a lot of things on her plate.
It has been a few good, productive hours—ever since her arrival, authorizing key time-sensitive matters that have been arranged by the count and countess. Not once in the past few hours had she spoken about anything but work.
As a matter of fact, she barely raised her gaze from the scrolls.
Across from her, the Count and Countess exchanged a look.
Both had the same question in mind and were confused as to why Princess Davina wasn't worried.
Countess Dara nudged Count Dara's arm, signaling for him to be the one to ask.
"Princess…" He muttered with a polite, nervous smile."
"Hmm?" Princess Davina answered, but she still didn't raise her gaze from the scrolls.
"I was wondering why you hadn't introduced your fiancé. Wouldn't it be better for us to know him?"
