Greer waits her destiny approach in a carriage from a balcony in the freezing cold of winter. Greer doesn't mind the cold, she is just as numb on the inside as the outside. Leith, Leith the man she would love forever a man she could never have because she was to high in power. She was glad he was better off than just a servant, now he was working in Spain with Peppercorn's spice trade.
In the blink of an eye the carriage is arriving at the from the castle. Greer is forgetting to breath, it takes a nudge from Lola to remember to breath. Greer worries will this man be kind, fair, and maybe decent to look at.
The carriage door opens, Greer believes she is dreaming, because the man that got out of the carriage was or look very similar to Leith. It couldn't be, Leith family was only servants, it just couldn't be. Her mind is reeling, the man more so her fiancé reaches her, she of course introduces herself.
" I am Greer, I am a ladies of queen Mary"
He responds" I am Duke Leith of Scots"
This man accent was the same, before she knows her vision blurry , than black as her head hit the ground.