Prisca’s POV
“May I ask why I am the one who is supposed to escort him through the manor?” I groaned.
Rowena leaned back on the chair with a quite pleasing attitude while flashing a grin at Lucian, who had arrived at the inner parlour a few minutes ago.
Lucian shook his head from side to side, darting his eyes between us. He then arched his head to a side as if he was trying to hide his face.
“It is quite simple, my dear Prisca. You are the one who has known his grace for a while… quite well, I assume,” Rowena curved her lips. “On the other hand, others are quite busy with the wedding preparations,”
“I beg your pardon, lady Rowena. Are you implying that I am not occupied with work?” I flashed a sardonic smile.
“Well, I am not implying that. But we can’t leave the duke of Wylanhilds t
