304. MY HUSBAND'S WELCOME
KATHERINE
The fine black boots touched the cobblestones of the inner courtyard.
The corset restricted my movements, forcing me to step carefully as I descended, using the coachman’s hand for support.
I struggled not to let my gaze wander too much, not to show any awe at the imposing white stone fortress before me.
The castle was magnificent, adorned with intricate details and luxury in every corner.
"Your Grace, welcome."
A woman with gray-streaked hair, pulled tightly into a bun, stepped forwa