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 forward to greet me, accompanied by several maids.

She was the housekeeper. I had studied everyone here.

"Mrs. Prescott, have my luggage taken to my room," I ordered coldly, following my words with a few fake coughs as I pulled my heavy cloak tighter around my chest.

My voice was huskier than my sister’s. After so many years gagged, speaking only when necessary, it was difficult to make my vocal cords function properly again.

So, I pretended to still be recovering from the pulmonary illness Rossella