The sun was raising on the land. The air was fresh, as in the very beginning of the winter. The usual birdsong was replaced by the light whistling wind. The snow hadn’t reach the little land but everything was ready to welcome the new season.
It was in this ambience that (Name) left her slumber to slowly open her eyes. (Name) was a nice and loved young Duchess, raised by her father. Her mother died a long time ago, leaving her girl and her husband alone in the running of their land. (Father Name) was good. A real great man always there to listen to the people of the villages around. Everyone lived in a fairy peace which seemed to be eternal.
After some stretching and yawning, (Name) eventually left her warm and cosy bed to be prepared for her day. She had her own routine and occupations during the day. Lessons, being around some influent people, being there to listen some villagers and all. She loved her life. She knew she was fortunate, expect for the loss of her mother, she had