prolog

“So this is Port Laurence. Really scary! ”Says my maid Isobel and shakes herself as if she were shivering. I just glance over at her and notice that her face has turned a blue-green color. I don't care what she thinks. My wife mother said I needed a maid and since I refused everyone who introduced herself, she just put a girl in front of my nose.
"Lady Tacy, will you allow me to ask you a question?" I keep gazing at the dark forest out there when I gesture to her that she should be quiet. I want to enjoy this ride.
It is a deserted land and it is called “Pestie-Ville” by iniquity. So it was extremely cheap.
This fact and the superstition of the rabble make me smile.
"Milady, why are you laughing?" She pulls me out of my thoughts. I don't like that at all and I let her feel it through a firm slap in the face.
"How many times have I told you that you have to address me as Her Highness or Princess Tacy, you stupid woman!" After that I feel better immediately. She should feel that she is useless to me. I continue to stare out of the window, cocky, and notice that we are pulling up at the entrance to the walls. I am enchanted by this Gothic architectural style. The ogival gate and window. For a long time I would not have expected that it would affect me so completely.