Chapter 88

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Callan was working at the back of his house. Peace and serenity was the only companion he has with him, exactly the way he likes it.

The chirpings of birds in the morning. The sound of giving flowing down the hill a few miles away. The soft sweeping of wind every moments. He was deep in thoughts as he caught the linens he wants to use as new cottons for his house.

He was quickly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard a soft but firm knock on his front door. He dropped the scissors and the linen-cloth, and got up from the wooden chair.

He walked back to his house through the backyard and entered the sitting room,going straight to the door where he pulled it open.

It's a visitor he never expected after months of absence. After he heard of her impending marriage to a King.

"Good day, My Lady." He extended w