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Under Beatrice's soft arm she could feel how tense her newfound granddaughter was. She wondered why, as she led the girl into the mansion, calling her butler with a small bell mechanism attached to the wall. She quickly gave instructions to the servant who appeared in front of her, requesting her usual afternoon tea and gave away her autumn coat with garden scissors. 

'Darling, you seem so nervous!', she said, turning her gaze towards Nina. 'Don't worry your mind, I don't bite.'

They made their way into conservatory where tall glass revealed a beautiful view of the garden. Few comfortable chairs and sofas were spread around a cosy room, with a small table in the middle. Duchess sunk into one of her favourite chairs, gesturing to the seat beside her. In the back of her mind, she noticed how already tired she felt only after few hours of tending to the garden. Still. A grandma in her fourties? If this girl, Nina, was telling the truth, then the hope was not all lost. 

'So, darling, tell me about yourself. I haven't heard from my dear Camilla over 10 years so I'm so happy to see you!' she smiled, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. 'She probably hasn't told many great things about me, considering... that you're surprised at how I am,' her smile turned bitter, a perfect act for this child. 

A servant came in, a tall lanky young boy, holding tiered trays in his one hand, filled with small sandwiches, pastries and fresh local fruits and tray of drinks in another. He gingerly places both on a small coffee table and gave a small bow, before disappearing into the mansion. Beatrice leaned forward, pouring herself some tea into a delicate china cup. 

'Sugar and milk? Or you prefer a cup of coffee?'

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Although excelling at many thing such as socialising, lying, seducing and persuading, Beatrice is absolutely terrible at anything physical. As a very traditional elite lady, she believes that a woman should not exert her body much, unless one tries to state in shape. Even then, Beatrice avoids all exercise if she can, since she dislikes muscle on women. 

She is yet to find herself in a situation where physical strength or trained body was needed, so her beliefs stay unchanged.

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(wickedthievery): "Are you Princess Camilla's mother? I mean hi, um. I think I'm your granddaughter?"

Beatrice always adored taking care of her garden. Nothing too complicated of course, Duchess would never see herself getting down on knees and getting rid of nasty roots, but she took joy in watering her favourite flowers and cutting off dried out leaves. She brushed her hand over small bush of blue orchids, cupping one of dithering flowers gently with her hand. Two years in a row her gardener failed to maintain these flowers and every time blue pellets greeted her with dried leaves. She sighed, dissapointed, plucking a flower out and bringing it closer to smell it. No scent. Indeed, shy she was bothering with these anyway.

Suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts. She swiftly turned around, squeezing scissors in her right hand. Beatrice knew exactly that nobody was supposed to be in her garden at this time, so her unexpected visitors could only be…

A small girl was standing in front of her, lilac hair plaited in two long braids. She didn’t seem to be a threat, which instantly calmed the Duchess. Only then girls words sank into her mind.

‘Hello, child. Dear, you’ve startled me greatly, I must ask your forgiveness,’ Beatrice’s stern expression instantly softened, and she smiled sweetly, loosing grip on her scissors. Her mind started racing.

‘I am indeed Camilla’s mother but… I doubt you can possibly be my granddaughter’

She tilted her head slightly, bringing her hand to gently cup cheek of this unknown girl. The resemblance was there. She could see Camilla’s soft hair in this child, her cute full lips and nose. But how… was such thing possible?

Unless she appeared right after I’ve left the castle?

‘You’d have to explain better to little old me, darling. You seem a bit too old to be in relation to me,’ she sighed, bitter smile on her full lips. ‘Of course, I haven’t seen my beloved Camilla in years. Truly, anything is possible’.

Her hand laid on girls shoulder, lightly hugging her. If what’s she’s saying is truth, then…

'Forgive me, where are my manners! My name is Beatrice, Duchess of Macarath, although you’re welcome to call me Bea,’ she led little girl towards her mansion. 'What’s your name, sweetheart? You look tired, let’s go get some tea and coffee and we could talk’.

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Duchess of Macarath always liked to have pets around her. She didn’t have much room in castle Krakenburg for many more, but she kept one pet beside her - albino ferret called Arde. Arde was surprisingly quite and because of his god behaviour and creepy red eyes, many servants started speculating that he is infused with dark magic and actually has a mind of its own. That’s why servants tend to go quite with their gossips when they see a white pet sneaking by.

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Beatrice almost never drinks alcohol. The only exception is the one she makes herself, when she visits Macarath during summer. Even then she is very watchful of her wine, paranoid that someone might poison it. She drinks on special occasions only, usually alone in her study.

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