Watching the still unopened gate, Theresa, who was riding on a horse, furrowed her brows slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure in her expression.
Just as she was about to lose her temper, the tightly closed gate finally began to open slowly, and the hoarse cries rushed out along with hurried footsteps from inside.
A woman, around thirty years old, emerged, wearing a long dress with lace-trimmed wide sleeves. Her chestnut curls were elegantly arranged in a bun atop her head, and her beautiful face was tear-streaked.
"Your Highness! My esteemed Princess! Please, you must advocate for us! My husband...for the Duchy..."
Seeing the Baroness rushing forward, Theresa quickly and firmly steadied her restless warhorse to prevent it from kicking her, and harshly commanded.
"Do not be disrespectful—"
"Theresa! Let her come over."
Erin jumped down from the carriage and quickly went to the lady kneeling in the snow, supporting her frail arms with her hands.
