"You are right thou. Thank you", i appreciated.
Suddenly the pilots voice cut the plane's speaker, instructing us to prepare for landing. I fastened my seatbelt, feeling the aircraft steady descend.
The plane's engine finally powered down, and we began stepping of the private jet, onto the tarmac.
A brisk wind greeted us, ruffling my hair and making me grateful for the cozy sweater I was wearing. Bruno escorted me down the stairs.
Waiting nearby was a sleek black SUV with tinted windows. Bruno held the door open, and I slide into the car. He took the drivers seat, and with a nod, we began our journey to the castle.
As we drove, Bruno's stern expression remained unchanged. He occasionally kept on watching me through the rearview mirror, his eyes reflecting with a mixture of watchful
