I decided to take a leisurely walk around the duchy that had long since become my burden and blessing. The air was cool and carried a faint scent of dew-kissed grass, and as I strolled along the winding cobblestone paths, I could not help but wonder at the vibrant life that threaded its way through this land.
I had been consumed by the endless responsibilities of rulership over the past weeks and, in my busy schedule, had neglected to truly observe my people.
Haisley, ever my gentle guide, accompanied me. Together we meandered slowly, our footsteps echoing softly on the ancient stones, while the faces of the constituents glowed with a simple, contented warmth—a testament to a life largely free of want.
Inherited from my grandfather was more than just the duchy itself; it was a legacy built on compassion and foresight. I noticed, as if through a delicate veil of memory and hope, that no one here lived in the grip of dire hardship.
